I covered this once before. But yesterday at Powell’s, Pea held the door open for about a dozen people at the NW entrance. We were in a hurry to go to pick up Gman, but she’d been taught to hold the door open, and so she did.

One person said thank you.

One person out of twelve or more.

Unbelievable.

I realize that most of those people were busy staring at their smart phones and couldn’t be bothered to acknowledge the sweetness of her gesture, but it didn’t stop me from wanting to kick them all in the shins, or secretly hoping Pea’s grasp on the door might slip and slam a few of them in the face.

So again, for the sake of the declining civility in our world, I ask you (and by “you,” I don’t mean anyone reading this, because I’m sure you already do) to say thank you when someone holds a door for you, even if that someone is 44 inches tall. It would make her day.