I approach Kamran’s apartment building after work and see that one of the revolving doors is being held up by a woman with both hands full of groceries. The back of her is frumpy in a baseball cap and raincoat, and she’s sort of waddling so she can push the door forward a little at a time with an armful of bags. Figuring that I can help her out with my empty hands, I give the door a push, but it turns out to be too much, and it sort of propels her forward unexpectedly into the lobby. I smile apologetically and say, “I’m sorry!”, but she turns around and glares at me. Seeing that she’s listening to her iPod, I say sorry again just in case she missed it, but she lets out this huge huffy sigh and doesn’t change her facial expression. So I naturally say, “Way to be a bitch,” and continue on to the elevator. Just as the door is closing, she steps in front of it, still struggling with her plastic bags, and I reach out like I’m going to push the button to open it, but then I drop my hand to my side and smile as she disappears behind the closed door.
