I really hate these moments, and somehow I seem to have one of them every single day.
The worst is when you're walking along a corridor, and someone comes out of a turnoff in front of you or something, and starts walking the same way. Thats fine, they walk in front of you, get to a set of doors, have their own dilemma (see above), hold the door open, and thats fine. You walk through, thank them and the two of you walk on, together but separate, in the same direction.
But then, another set of doors, and again, they hold them open for you, so you smile at them. Do you thank them? You already said "cheers" once, will you sound like an inane idiot if you say the same thing again? Do they expect more? So you nod, and maybe mutter some thanks.
But then its time for set of doors number three! There has been no avenue for escape, nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, no turnoffs, no stairs, and you've arrived together at set of doors three. By now, a personal bond has formed between you and the door holder. You've been through a lot together (well, three doors), and you don't want to just mutter more thanks. So you feel you have to make a further step, and you have to make a bit of conversation. At this point The Me almost inevitably has a moment of total stupidity, and tries to make conversation with the line "doors eh", followed by a little chuckle. It’s so, so, so inane, and yet I just can't help himself.
Due to the I have never made more than 3 doors. He usually finds an alternate route, any route, even if it involves travelling miles out of the way.
The worst is when you're walking along a corridor, and someone comes out of a turnoff in front of you or something, and starts walking the same way. Thats fine, they walk in front of you, get to a set of doors, have their own dilemma (see above), hold the door open, and thats fine. You walk through, thank them and the two of you walk on, together but separate, in the same direction.
But then, another set of doors, and again, they hold them open for you, so you smile at them. Do you thank them? You already said "cheers" once, will you sound like an inane idiot if you say the same thing again? Do they expect more? So you nod, and maybe mutter some thanks.
But then its time for set of doors number three! There has been no avenue for escape, nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, no turnoffs, no stairs, and you've arrived together at set of doors three. By now, a personal bond has formed between you and the door holder. You've been through a lot together (well, three doors), and you don't want to just mutter more thanks. So you feel you have to make a further step, and you have to make a bit of conversation. At this point The Me almost inevitably has a moment of total stupidity, and tries to make conversation with the line "doors eh", followed by a little chuckle. It’s so, so, so inane, and yet I just can't help himself.
Due to the I have never made more than 3 doors. He usually finds an alternate route, any route, even if it involves travelling miles out of the way.