So here I am, 18 hours into a Monday (...I'm actually really bad at math..it was 6pm...I don't know why I don't just say it like that originally...I've now invested too much time explaining it to just erase it and replace it with "it was around 6pm"...entertained yet?), hungry and with nothing to eat at the apt. What's a guy to do? GROCERY STORE! Contrary to the capitalization, I actually hate grocery shopping, but I enjoy "eating" and "not passing out due to malnutrition" so it's a necessary evil.
After making a list on my phone's notepad program and promptly forgetting my eco-friendly reusable grocery bag I'm on my way.
Like most grocery store in America, this particular GS has automatic 'Enter' and 'Exit' doors. The stage is offically set.
On my way in, I see a guy probably around my age about to try to walk out of the 'Enter' door. As you can predict, the sensor does not open for him, and he slams face-first into it.
Ha ha, funny yeah whatever, someone walked into a door. Amusing, but nothing out of the ordinary, HOWEVER, it didn't end there.
Our persistent friend did not appear to want to take NO for an answer. With half of his body mashed onto the door (which was obviously NOT opening for him), he then proceeds to try to shove the door open.
At around the point he had one leg through the opening in the door, he looks up and notices me awkwardly staring at him, waiting to just go in and buy some dumb groceries.
The reason it was so awkward? It always makes me uncomfortable when someone sees you, seeing them in a moment they don't want anyone else to see. Being knee-deep into the wrong side on an automatic door is not the time to be face to (still smashed into glass door) face with a stranger.
He freed his leg, mumbled something along the lines of "stupid door"and awkwardly limped to the actual exit door.
After shoving the door back onto it's hinges so I could enter the grocery store, I was free to buy dinner.
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