Time To Show Them The Door

(My brother, my dad, and I are leaving a coffee shop and I get to the door first. I hold it open for my dad who is holding his coffee when I see my brother’s arm dart out towards the door. The next thing I know my dad’s coffee is all over the ground.)

Dad: “Why did you do that?”

Brother: “I thought [My Name] was going to let the door close on you and spill your coffee!”

Dad: “So did I. That’s why I was reaching out to open it!”

Me: “I actually was holding the door for you guys.”

Brother & Dad: *death glare*

(The cashier was nice enough to give my dad a new coffee for free, but he insisted on opening the door for himself.)