Scurry Inside

Reader, have you ever found yourself rolling your eyes in history class after Brittany exclaims, "I would never do that!" referring to whatever past atrocity the teacher has unveiled for your educational enjoyment? Like when Mr. O'Connell lectures about the Holocaust and you find out that the French police collaborated with the German occupiers  to take the Jews from the cities just to keep Germany appeased? I mean, somebody opened the gates, right? But it wasn't Brittany, she'da done something different. Shed'a joined the Defiance folks out in the woods. Well, maybe she woulda, but my money's on not-so-much. I bet Brittany would have whistled like crazy to alert the dogs to a Jewish kid fleeting through an alley, just to curry favor with the soldiers, just to go home to bed that night, just to eat. A whole hell of a lot of us would, a whole hell of a lot of us did.
Ok, we're going to segue here, and really it's going to be a bit of a disconnect and I should probably just sit still for five minutes and think of a better example to use than the Holocaust (because) but the coffee's only so stout.
I work in a public facility that was pretty well accessible by anyone coming or going until for security reasons the powers that be decided to close most of the entrances and only offer two ways of egress to the public which are maintained by security details at all times. This is also in a state that adheres pretty closely to the tenants of southern hospitality, as well.
An employee that maintains working quarters at this facility would have been given a small plastic pass key that one would wave at censors sensors located at all of the entrances in the event the entrance was closed due to the hour. Before the security measures these keys were only used to get into the building before or after office hours and so were mostly not used and shuffled down to the bottoms of purses. After the security measures were put into place there was a mad scramble for these cards and many requests at ten dollars a piece to procure new ones. You can imagine the waiting list became rather lengthy.
So it became that the employees of the facility could still use the entrances they had always used, provided that they had their access card. With the caveat that if the employee were to hold the door open for someone behind them, their access card, which most have had prior to the security measures, would be revoked. Do you see why I mentioned southern hospitality earlier?
So to review: if an employee is seen holding the door open for anyone else, despite the fact if the person is a fellow employee, or even someone that the employee is subordinate to, the offending employee will have their access card revoked and will no longer be able to use the entrance of their choice. That is all that will happen. If this one rule is broken, then the access card is forfeit.
And yet, having to go into this facility daily, I have witnessed people totally losing their shit over these access cards and entrances. People that in the past have matched their gait to mine (I walk rather slow so I've been told) to share a few words before the day starts now zoom into full gear as to avoid any awkwardness if we were to reach the employee entrance at the same time. Reader, I know, my thought too was well, maybe they don't like me, which sometimes is true, but then to turn around and grin and do the head nod when they are satisfied that I wouldn't be able to catch up to them? And then scurry inside and let the door close just because they are afraid of losing their access card? It's laughable. I've seen people rush into the facility and then turn to forcibly shut the door to make it snatch shut when other employees were too close to them. These are the people that would have done something different when it came to sneaking food to a refugee or at the least show kindness to someone whom was different in some, maybe not even tangible way? Piss. These are the people that clamor onto the lifeboats first.
What would I do, reader? Hell, I don't know. What annoys me is the people that say they do know. But I'll tell you this much: I've held the door.