I hate doors. I really do. They’re annoying, and they get in my way. School doors may be the worst. The double doors may have a post down the center. Or they may not. And they’re inconsistent, too. So you may be walking through the center of one door, and then: Wham! You hit the center post of the next. The center posts also impede traffic by making people go around. Often there’s space for a whole other column of people down the center. And, with a rolling backpack and lots of stuff, I might have trouble opening most doors. The doors in one of the campus buildings are very old and very heavy.
Not that non-school double doors aren’t annoying. I have hit my head on doors more than once. I have hit my head on doorknobs at least twice. One of the two doors to my room is either all the way open or latched shut. There is no in-between. Someone unlatches it, it slowly swings open. The other door to my room is hard to latch. My bathroom door doesn’t stay latched. When our basement door is open, it’s like a whole new wall, blocking traffic.
There is only one type of door that I like: the revolving door. Not only is it fun, it works. For the heavily burdened as much as those who have nothing; for the disabled as well as the strong. It is the best type of door to possibly have.
I don’t always like chairs, either, but that’s another blog.