This, surely, happens to everyone. It can’t be that the only people in the western world that do this are wherever I happen to be. It must happen to you, too.
When one approaches the common dual door, one should always steer toward the one on the right. Not to the one that is open. That just impedes traffic, and is kind of lazy.
Also, it makes me wonder why I’m holding the door for you. I’m trying to get through it, after all, and this is my side.
Class today, where we discussed story types. We discussed this amazing story. More meetings, too, just wrapping up the first week. One or two more weeks of administrative and meeting minutiae and things can get down to normal.
And then phone calls, and then the drive home and the traffic therein.
I made it in just in time to push my bicycle around part of the town. I got in 15 fast miles before daytime turned to the latter part of twilight. My cycling app says I set three personal records on various segments. I also took the first place spot on an uphill course. (This defies all logic and previous performance. The reality is that not many people ride on that road.) Despite all of that, I need to be stronger and faster. I need to ride more.
I blame all of my door-holding.
