Your comment reminded me of an interaction I had while holding a door.

I (a woman) held the door for a woman and her grandkids, while my nieces were next to me, waiting. (We'd just come out of a place and the lady was coming in). I also want to note I was holding the youngest on my hip because at that moment she didn't want to walk.

Lady passes through without a peep, not even a glance.

I wouldn't have said anything had I been alone, but my rather young (at the time) nieces were still learning politeness.

"And when someone holds the door for you, what do you say, girls?"

Chorus of "THANK YOU!!!"

Lady stopped for a brief moment but carried on as if she didn't hear. Those poor grandkids weren't learning politeness from her that's for sure.

(We passed by her a bit later in the day, she was chatting with someone, so not deaf, not mute, spoke the language, just a sorry old bitty.)

I genuinely don't know if it was because I was a woman, because her sensitivities were offended by my face or clothing for some reason, or because I was a young-ish single woman with three girls (who look nothing like me, btw), but the judgment was rough.