Monday, February 1, 2010
I go to my local shopping centre every day. It's probably excessive but, because I work from home, it's a bit of a sanity-saver. I buy a coffee, read the paper, chat with people that I know, do some banking or post a few letters/cheques to creditors.
Yesterday I arrived at the shopping centre, parked in my usual place and walked to the doors. You know the type of door - they see you and they open. Well, they did not see me. I stood at those usually-welcoming doors and they remained belligerently shut. I backed up and walked forward again just in case they'd missed me the first time. Still nothing. Backed up again and repeated - nothing!
Then I did what any self-respecting woman in need of her early morning coffee fix would do. I wedged my fingers between the doors and forced them apart. They were a little reluctant at first I managed to overcome that reluctance with brute-force. I walked through and up a ramp only to be met by a man who had obviously watched the whole performance.
"You're pretty strong" he said in, what I like to imagine were admiring tones.
At this point I should have said something quick and witty - like "Nothing stands in the way of a woman and her coffee" but what I came out with was "Yep." Good response there, Char. Why is it that I always think of the clever one-liners a good ten minutes after they're relevant?