the door open for women,
or pull
out a chair,
or tip my hat,
assisting them with luggage,
putting it up
on the rack,
until they got angry at me,
cursed me
as if i thought
they there weren't capable
of such things.
demeaning them as
the weaker sex.
so i stopped.
the only thing they approve
of now
is for you to pay
the bill when going out
for drinks
and dinner.
that's okay.
it's acceptable,
as they run
to bathroom at the first
glimpse of a check,
keeping the cobwebs
on their purses, still intact.
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