I recently took my Dad to the oral surgeon and when we left, he was still groggy from the anesthesia.

He walked right by the passenger side of my car, so I assumed it was because of the meds. 

I asked him "Where are you going?! My car's right here."

He laughed. "I'm opening the door for you!"

OH.

This little act of chivalry has been running through my mind all week...