[ RF ] You are a guy named Doug . One day at the supermarket , you hold the door for the woman behind you , but she does n't say `` thank you ''

I was let go from my job today. I would be more upset about it, but it was a long time coming. See, I was typically a very reserved guy at work; never gave input, did mediocre work, stayed in the shadows. I really did n't care what the outside world was like, I only cared about what *I* was doing. I do n't think anyone knew my name by memory in the four years I'd worked there. The last thing my boss told me before firing me was, `` You got ta be cutthroat to get ahead in this world. This job requires a little more balls kid, and you just do n't have em'.'' For some reason, his words stuck with me. 
 
 I really hate my personality. It's having an affect on my relationship too. My girlfriend says she's going to leave if things do n't change. So here I am, trying to make things change. I stopped by the market on my way home; the only one in town that sold the spiced salmon my girlfriend loved. I wanted to make her a nice dinner before I broke the bad news. 
 
 I was followed in by a young girl wearing over-sized sunglasses, head buried in her phone, ignoring the outside world. I held the door for her, and without a word, she kept walking. 
 
 The old me would have thought nothing of it, taken the hit to morale, and moved on, but if I was going to change, I needed to start here. 
 
 `` Um, excuse me.'' I said. 
 
 She did n't stop. I repeated myself louder; still, no response. 
 
 `` Miss!'' I yelled. She stopped and turned to me. 
 
 `` Yeah?'' she said, with a dumbfounded look. I could tell she was to important for me, but that did n't matter now. 
 
 `` Sorry to disturb you, but just now, when I held the door open for you, you did n't say thank you.'' 
 
 Silence. Her face grew more confused. 
 
 `` I just, you know, it's common courtesy to say thanks when someone holds the door open for you. It's a little rude not to.'' 
 
 She chuckled, `` Are you for real? Like, seriously?'' She shook her head and started to walk away. I approached her. 
 
 `` Well, you know, I'm just saying, you're not gon na get very far in life if you do n't practice common courtesy.'' 
 
 `` Common *what*?'' 
 
 `` Common courtesy. It means being nice to people, which I'm assuming you're not very good at.'' I did n't mean to get offensive, it just slipped out. 
 
 `` *Excuse me*?'' she said. She finally put her phone in her pocket and took off her sunglasses. 
 
 `` Well, I just, you know, you ca n't go through life just expecting people to do stuff for you. The world does n't owe you anything you know?'' 
 
 `` What the hell are you talking about loser?'' 
 
 It was clear we were making a scene. 
 
 `` I just mean it's good to practice manners. Say thanks every now and then. It does n't hurt.'' I do n't know if I believed anything I was saying, but I was in too deep now. I had just become this girl's parent. 
 
 `` Listen weirdo, I do n't give a shit about you or anyone else, okay? I do n't even know why I'm still talking to you.'' With that, she started off. 
 
 I had to say something else. I could n't let the argument end here, so I ran to her and seized her by the arm. 
 
 `` Oh my god get off me freak!'' she yelled. I saw the store manager approaching from the corner of my eye. I quickly let her go. `` Hey!'' she yelled, `` this guy's trying to rape me or something!'' 
 
 *Rape*? How conceited could someone get? I knew I was in trouble then. 
 
 `` Sir,'' said the manager calmly, `` I'm going to have to ask you to leave.'' 
 
 I tried to explain myself. `` Look,'' I said, `` I'm only trying to teach her a lesson.'' 
 
 Whoops. 
 
 `` Sir, that's enough. Either you leave right now or I *will* call the police.'' The manager pointed toward the exit. I had lost. I took a deep breath, and as I turned around, the young girl smirked and said, `` Thank God. Psycho.'' 
 
 Now, thanks to my stupid ego, I would n't be able to get the salmon, and tonight was going to be *that* much harder. For all I know, this could ruin all I had left. 
 
 Grudgingly, I let the manager escort me out of the store. As he held the door open for me I said, `` Thank you.'' 
 
 Dammit. 

