1) We were nearly a block away from the bus stop when he approached me. I didn’t recall ever having seen this man before in my life, and didn’t quite understand what he was muttering about, walking next to me on the street in the midst of morning rush hour.

2) He never straightforwardly said that I dropped the door on HIM. Instead, he continued to repeat the same phrase: “You should hold door for a guy, like he would for you,” forcing me to surmise what he meant, and determime what must have happened. Truthfully, I STILL don’t know if he was the one who was actually behind me. Had he said something a bit more definitive, like “you know, you didn’t hold the door open for me on the bus,” I would have apologized and explained that the door slipped.

3) He made an accusation that has nothing to do with politeness or rudeness. His tone was as if I had deliberately been clumsy about the door because he’s a man . . . or something. If someone fails to hold the door open for me in a fashion which I would prefer, I wouldn’t assume that there was a deliberate attempt to sabotage me because I’m a man or woman, or for any reason in particular other than it was accidental because, honestly, most people do hold doors for one another if they can.