Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Well, Pardon Me!

No, I didn't toot... or burp.  I've just been absent, and I apologize!  I really thought this blog relaunch would be less time-consuming.  And of all things, I'm just stuck on the name.  I know!  "It really shouldn't be this hard, Lin."  I know, I know.  I'm working on it.  New name and web address to come soon.

In other news, do you know what I've learned?  Automatic sliding doors hate me.  Rather, I walk faster than the average person, and the doors don't open fast enough for my little approaching body.  I blame this on my mom (who I've reminded many times that "This isn't a family outing if the family doesn't stay together") and my gorgeous 6'3" husband.  But really, I walk fast unless I consciously tell myself to slow down or I'm ridiculously tired.  So you can imagine my plight with automatic sliding doors.  It usually results in one of the following ways:

  1. Miscalculating the space as I try to squeeze through and catching my shoulder on the door. (Thus, looking like a fool. ) 
  2. Coming to a sudden halt to wait for the door. (Again, lookin' like a fool.)
  3. ... *Drum roll, please*... Coming to a halt, proceeding, and walking into the door that still hasn't opened.  (What's ten levels above "Fool"?  Furthermore, I could open and close that door faster than it's advertised "automatic" abilities.  What the Hell, man?)
There's nothing sexier than a woman in a suit walking into an automatic door.  The sad part?  Everyone in Hubbell & Hudson was too busy to notice and get a good laugh out of my misfortune.  Well, I hope some security person manning the surveillance room had a hearty guffaw.  I mean, that kind of performance just shouldn't go to waste!  

Has this happened to anyone else?  (That's a rhetorical question... unless your answer is "yes.")

1 comment:

Gesci said...

I almost broke the automatic revolving door in the rail station in The Hague by trying to get through it with my rolling suitcase riiiiiiiight before that section turned away. Best part is? I was trying to get through as we were rushing to our train, and when I jammed it it actually stopped for a good minute. The stranger in the section with me was NOT happy. Oops?!