As I walked out of Panera this morning with my breakfast splurge of the delicious bacon egg and cheese ciabatta, an older gentleman went out of his way to hold the door open for me.

It got me thinking. Where has this tradition gone? I don't really remember the last time anyone under the age of 50 (besides my husband) held open a door. I know I'm a young, able body that can handle opening a door myself, but it really does make a gal feel nice.