Before I begin, this is not an attack on social media, nor is it a piece about nostalgia and the “good ol’ days” (there were also some bad days in the good ol’ days and I refuse to feel old enough to utter those words). The purpose of this piece is to bring a little...
“Hey! Would you mind holding that door for me? I’m late for work and left my FOB upstairs!” Etiquette we learn at Wawa entrances would suggest you are helping this person out by holding the door, right? Sometimes you need to say no, though. It might seem rude or...
