Doors

Let me spin you a tale of irritation and personal growth.  I was standing around with some friends and we collectively decided to leave the current place we were.  You know that thing people do in a group where you just kind of start moving without thinking by following the frontward person?  Yeah, well, I walk abnormally fast for someone with my short legs, so I almost always end up as that person. This situation was no different, and I found myself just walking ahead of the group kind of just wandering toward to exit.  If anyone knows me well enough, they know I have a long history with traveling and automatic doors; for some reason no matter where I go, I always manage to have some misfortune fall upon me with these cheeky doors.

So back to the story, we approached the doorway which should just slide, conveniently, out of the way.  I stop for a brief moment out of muscle memory for the timing of the ones back in the states and my body just kind of continued forward and I pulled a Tarzan right into the glass.  The freaking door still hadn't opened!  Not even close! How do you recover from that?

I just kind of stood there, glasses askew, staring at my beautiful face art on this pristine glass panel.  No one said anything.  Not a single word as I just slowly turned around and said, "I'm hungry."  Yep, so we got lunch.  No one brought it up, until during class when one of them started making bird jokes.  Oh well, better luck next doorway I suppose.