When my brother was very young, he referred to himself in the third person. One time he needed to see if he’d broken bone, the nurse asked “Would you like Mommy or Daddy to go with you?”; he replied “Matthew will go alone. X is for X-Ray!”, opened the door, and walked into the door frame.
— Mike Wiser (@drmikewiser.bsky.social) April 10, 2024 at 8:57 PM
My story is also door-related.
A friend of mine that I’ve wrote about on another iteration of this blog had a horrible early life, but she still ended up being a free-spirited person who tried to enjoy the time she had. At least when I knew her, anyway.
One time we went to Gainesville, Florida, and had to enter a building with a revolving door. This was back in ’93. She didn’t travel much and I’m guessing that’s the first time she’d ever used one of those. It did not go well, to say the least. She got trapped inside for at least two cycles around and on one rotation she screamed, laughing, “It’s over for me! Just go on without me! Save yourself!”
Of course everyone was looking at us, some confused, some amused. Neither she nor I cared.
She eventually made it out and we found the indie record store we were looking for. As we left, though, we used the side door.