3 minutes ago this happened.
It's the first really chilly day of winter and I was looking for somewhere warm to camp out for 20 minutes before a dinner reservation on the Upper East Side- one of if not the richest zip codes in the country.
As I walked up the stairs approaching the door to Starbucks on 81st and 2nd avenue I can hear a kid about 7 years old gleefully negotiating with his father as they approach the door from the ramp.
"I'm going to have 2 treats!"
"Just one."
"Two treats!"
Awaked pause while the father looks at me, notices I stopped walking because his son has dashed for the door and is now reeeeaaaaaaly trying to push it open. (A previous lesson in persistence clearly stuck with him)
"No, just pull it mate."
"Oh! Yeah!" says the son, in that hopeful voice of youth, untouched by his mistake, as he dashes towards his treat(s).
"Wait. You always hold the door."
Boy stops half way through the door and stands flush up against it holding it open with his whole body. I give the dad nod to go in with his son and then realize he is teaching his son to hold the door for the lady (that's me!)
"Wow. Thank you! What gentleman :)" I say as this warmth bubbled up inside me that chivalry is alive, valued (lord knows I value it!) and being passed down. It was a feeling that the future has hope and as I sat down and started writing this I realized that as nice as that moment was it's not such a unique experience in New York; and that might be the best thing about it.