At lunchtime today, it was chucking it down with rain, raining cats and dogs, pissing it down . . . however you want to say it. It was wet, needless to say. Annoyingly so. Me and my mate headed out to a sandwich shop for a panini, rushed from his car to his shop in an attempt not to get too wet. I was served first and was about to leave the shop when I remembered it was wet. I didn't particularly want to go outside when my friend had the keys to unlock his car and was still inside the shop. So I stood to one side to wait. Unfortunately at that point, an older couple walked up to the shop and opened the door. The guy apparently believed I was wanting to leave the shop and waved me through. I shook my head and smiled, indicating I was staying put. He then practically FORCED me outside, not in a horrible way, but clearly thinking he was doing me a favour, being chivalrous and all that shit. He was preventing the woman he was with entering until I left, so I felt obliged to go outside and wait in the pouring rain. "He MADE me go outside!" I wailed when my friend finally joined me. "I wanted to stay inside and be dry and he MADE me get wet!" I was absolutely RAGING!
See, perhaps it's just me . . . but I find someone can THINK they're being nice . . . but they are actually putting me out in the process. Like the motorists who think they're doing you a favour by stopping and waving you across the road. In actuality, they are just holding me up. Because if they just drove past, rather than slowing down to a stop before they reach me, and then having to wave or flash their lights to get my attention . . . then I would probably actually be across the road far quicker. And not have to make a frantic dash, then smile and wave my thanks while inside I'm silently fuming.
Or people who hold open doors for you when you're actually a good ten steps or so away and wearing high heels which have been killing your feet all day but you're obliged to then CANTER to the door (or trot at the very least) just so they aren't holding the door open too long. And then through gritted teeth, wincing in pain, having to THANK them for the privilege of causing you further agony? Yeah, thanks for that.
I hate to be a bitch here, I really do. (Who am I kidding? I LOVE to be a bitch. But still, even I have my limits.) But sometimes you're better off just being rude. Because perhaps the person in question doesn't WANT your help. Perhaps you're just adding to the stress of their daily routine by putting ourself out. I'm not saying let the door slam in my face if I'm right behind you (that's the other extreme and is just RUDE, let's face it.) I know there's no set rules for this type of thing, but just know that if your good deed is going to just irritate me ultimately, you might as well not bother wasting your time.
There's a good samaritan, and there's a pain in the ass.
And it's a thin line.