Gentleman Covored in Dirt?

I told you I was going to share adventures from my job. Here is one from my first day.

I looked around for some help from the male employees. Really that was quite a lot of supplies for one girl to bring in I thought. No one was around so I gathered up my first load of things I had just come back from picking up and preceding went in side. Full arms don't exactly allow give you free hands to open the door so I set down part of my load and opened the door for myself. Thinking there should have been someone there to open the door. Unknowingly someone was there.

"I was going to open the door for you" the farmer in the John Deere cap apologized "but you were too fast".

I laughed and than gave a very heart felt "thank you".

Though the man wearing scruffy cowboy boots never got the chance to be a gentleman I was grateful. I knew he had been all the way over on the other side of the room and stopped his conversation just to lend some chivalry. I've opened doors many a time for myself when there were 5 guys standing by the door.

Perhaps he didn't look the part in his dirt ridden farm clothes. Oh but I knew he was more of a gentleman than those looking sharp in handsome freshly ironed clothes.
I needn't have said thank you but I just had tell him in two words that I appreciated his wanting to put the ladies first. I hope he understood.

I remember him as a gentleman, I hope he remembers me as a lady who appreciated it.