Bathroom Door

I crushed the second-in-charge dude at my work yesterday as I was opening up the bathroom door. Let's say his name is Gaduudafur.

The wastebasket is placed so that you must stand in front of the door to throw things away. And Gaduudafur was washing his hands, and throwing away his paper towel put him in front of the door.

The bathroom door is supposed to be rigged for handicapped people so that you can just push on it and it will open automatically. It's calibrated incorrectly or something, which makes the door about five thousand pounds. I'm a strong guy, and this door is difficult for me to open. So when I go into the bathroom, I have to put a lot of umph into my door-open push.

And Gaduudafur is approximately nintey-seven years old. Approximately.

So I crushed him.
And I appologized.
And he was laughing about it, as he realized that the wastebasket was in a difficult place and the door was heavy.
He knows all the factors going into his crushing.

And today.
I just saw Gaduudafur.
He did not smile at me.

hmmmm...

Maybe his hundred-twenty-six year old eyes didn't focus on me quickly enough for him to know that he should have smiled at me to make me not scared that he's going to fire me for crushing him with the bathroom door.

Goddam Gaduudafur.