Door Dilemma.

However difficult your life may be, spare a thought for the man who had to stick the sign on this automatic door.
 
 
(I'm not being sexist. It could have been a woman.)

As far as jobs go, it's a pretty thankless task. How did they even do it? Every time you walk towards it the bloody thing would open.

This could carry on for hours. It would become a game of wits. You'd try every trick at your disposal: tiptoeing slowly; crawling on your hands and knees; pressing yourself against the adjacent wall and stretching one arm out; lunging wildly at it from a distance. Each technique would be met with a whoosh of mechanics and, ultimately, disappointment. 
 
Even if, by some fluke, you managed to get close, the sellotape could have lost its tack.

I bet staff dread looking at the rota to see they're on door sign duty. It must be the most unpopular job on the premises. Locking it probably isn't much better.
 
(Of course, they could just turn the power off.)  
 
I wonder if walking through doors made Jim Morrison self-conscious.

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