There is one girl I often take home from work by car, then we go out to dinner, or just to ride around town, and then I take her home. But every time she is going to get out of the car,I smile and say:
- Wait a minute! - go out, open her door and offer a hand.
She confessed to me that you've never met before so the gallant boy who so tenderly to her concerns. I'm now the fourth month I can not get together and fix this stupid handle to open not only outside but inside.