Don't expect people to thank you when you open a door for them in Sweden. Because they won't.
It doesn't matter how big the group is, how many people pass through, how much you smile. You can hold that door till your arms drop off and the hinges rust.
Not a peep.
I wonder if Saint Peter has this problem at the Pearly Gates. Perhaps he simply chucks these freeloaders off his cloud, smiling beatifically as they hurtle towards eternal damnation. Which I would completely understand.
But rarely, very rarely, it happens. Oh happy day! It's like a four leaf clover or a pot of shining gold at the end of the rainbow. Praise be! Suddenly the rest of the day is all smiles and sunshine, so powerful is this rarest of occurrences.
Treasure those moments, for they are truly golden.
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