Glass Doors, Beware.
The last time I walked into a glass door was many years ago, in uni. I’d dig the post up, but I’m just too godamn lazy [it’s somewhere on my old blog].
Today, I have managed to walk into a glass door, again. Sigh *waves arms melodramatically.
Well it was the door’s fault, really! Well, okay, it was like this : As I was walking towards the door, it didn’t open. I figured, “Oh, as I go closer, the sensor will detect me and will magically open”.
“Doo doo, anytime now”
*inches centimetres closer
“Ok! Gonna open now!”
Don’t tell me I’ve lost too much weight, that I’m too skinny now that even a door sensor won’t detect my presence.
I’m sorry if there’s atrocious grammar in this post, but you know, I just rammed into a glass door. So I’m allowed to speak pidgin English should I wish to [although I’ve always said I’d shoot myself if I ever did].