Rejected.

Yesterday I saw a little old blind woman trying to cross the street. She took a precarious step forward. And then another. And another. All the while feeling the street with her walking stick. I callously walked right past her, not even thinking twice about the elderly woman hoping to get across the street before the light said go.

And then, showing that chivalry isn't dead- an older gentlemen, thick with age, gray from life- offers to help her across the street. It was a scene for a Leave it to Beaver episode. Until she brutally rejected him, shook him off his arm, and yelled "get the hell away from me." Perhaps chivalry isn't dead, but I wonder about niceties...