Last week my office moved into a brand new building. We’re the first occupants so we get to be the guinea pigs and work out the bugs. For example, today is the first day we’ve had heat. While Oregon winters don’t get that cold (usually), an unheated building is still far from comfortable.
But today was the coo duh Gracie. When I was coming in the front door, I hit the automatic door opener button because my arms were full and the door is a huge glass monster door. The door opened and then the damn thing fell off its hinges! Fortunately, the arm that opened the door halted its descent, but I still grabbed a hold of it in case it turned out to be too much for the arm to bear. Not that I could have really born it without the aid of the arm, but I had visions of that arm tearing loose (after all, the hinges hadn’t held) and umpteen hundred pounds of glass shattering on the marble floor. (I’ll confess, a naughty part of me said, “Let go, I bet that would look neat, and you’ll probably never see anything like it again.” But I didn’t.) Fortunately, I didn’t have to scream for help very long before a couple construction guys came to my rescue.
I’m still feeling skittish around the doors in this building.
“I hope life isn’t a big joke, because I don’t get it,” Jack Handy
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