Do we not hold on the heels? We wear comfortable stable shoes in the subway, and we put our heels off in case we go in the limousine. I still understand the old ladies, they can be physically ill, only because of the likelihood of the old people or pulling something very large I still look around for the case (although no grandmother in my memory forgot that there are no eyes on the back of the head in front of the walking), but the Unces-on-Bobes have finally opened up. The door is held for a couple of seconds in the expectation that it will be intercepted by the next passing, and if you stupidly imagined that your personal Swissman was in the subway, then the door was deserved. I would rather be a feminist to hold the door to a man who is dragging a big, uncomfortable box. Or a fat aunt who wears five bags and three children, so her hands are not free at all. And the Prunces may either take their knights with them, or leave the Pruncesity at home.