Are we that lazy
While at the office, and by that I mean Labor and delivery, doing my 24 hour (27 really) shift I was needed to scrub into a C-section. In order to get ready I made my way in to the OR area to get the hat and booty thingys I need to wear. To get there you have to pass through 2 large divider doors. I grabbed the handle and pulled it open, entering the cold and dimly lit hallway of the operation rooms. When a voice suddenly shocks me back to life (its 2am).
”You have to hit the button to open the doors!”
OK, since I didn’t hit the button to open the doors and opened one manually I must have done something wrong? Why is it that I must use as little physical energy as possible while opening doors? it was not a heavy door so the possibility of bodily injury was low, it was not electrified so that by touching it I would be lit up with enough juice to light up times square. I did not see any sign which indicated death by firing squad to next person who touched the holy door. Was this door somehow connected to the next 7 saw movies, and I had thus, unwittingly, just killed someone remotely by the most grotesque means possible?
Come on, its a friggen door! Who cares how I open it.
What was my retort? I opened up and calmly exclaimed “…ok.”
