Courtesy (September 1998)

Jolee and I went to the bank. A gentleman held the door to the vestibule open for us and we walked in. Jolee said "Thank you" to the man as he walked away. He did not hear her. She repeated it, louder. He walked further away. Jolee said it again, louder, upset that her courteousness was not being acknowledged by this stranger. He walked further away. She repeated it again. And again. Several minutes later, she stopped.