You know how sometimes you get to a doorway at the exact same time as someone else and then you both awkwardly fumble for the doorknob and try to figure out who has the right of way?  Or when someone is behind you and you have to do a little mental physics to figure out whether or not to hold the door open for them?

I hate these moments.

I am pathologically incapable of figuring out how to handle these situations and I have no idea why.

This morning, for instance, I was leaving my apartment at the same time as a man who may or may not live on the second floor of my building and may or may not be my landlord (I’m not trying to be funny, I honestly have no idea).

We got to the door at the same time and I just stood there, like an idiot. Probably because I was uncaffeinated and all of my brain power was being used up trying to figure out who this person might be. But still.

So he looked at me awkwardly and opened the door. At which point I said, “Sorry” and “Goodnight” instead of “Thanks! Have a great day!”

Now, for some reason, I have become concerned that this man who may or may not be my landlord thinks I’m the sort of lady who expects others to open doors for her.

As if that’s that’s somehow worse than him thinking I’m completely braindead.