Revolving Doors

This one may be considered one of my more petty peeves, but nonetheless I feel I need to get this off my chest. All things considered I really enjoy the revolving door was a means of building entry/exit. (whoa way to rock the boat eh. Whats next, I profess my fondness for sunshine and boobs?) I just thought I'd start with a complement.

So what is it that bothers me about the revolving door? I find it happens to me more often than not. You know when you approach the door and one of its partitions is positioned just so that you must make a choice. 1) Try and squeeze in the near side and continue on your way (this could end real bad if you either misjudge the available space or misjudge your fatness) or b) take the far side, thus taking away any momentum you had with your nonchalant strides and stand there paused for a second while you muscle the door around. It is quite the conundrum. You could slow down I guess and hope a promising entrant does the work from the other side. But if you're actually considering this then I think you have some deeper issues to deal with. Of course its nothing some sunshine and boobs couldn't fix. At least Vegas helps you out with the giant doors as they revolve for you. Never had I experienced so much care-free revolving in my life.

But as I said I do enjoy the revolving door. I think because it reminds me of Today's Special. I don't know why, they just always have.

Luggage or Backpack?

I guess I've been in a good mood this past month, hence the lack of postings. I guess I couldn't have posted a rant about not having anything to rant about, but that just seemed pathetic and I decided to leave well enough alone. That may be the first time I've ever used that cliche and I hope I worded that correctly.

Ok now here is my beef. After walking around campus I've begun to notice a lot of people, mostly petite girls, who seem to choose to not use a (traditional) backpack or large tote and instead opt for a what looks like a backpack with wheels and a retractable handle. They then proceed to wheel it behind them as if they're headed for a flight as opposed to class. Honestly, what could one possibly be bringing to school on a daily basis that one can't carry their backpack on their back, as the name suggests, like a normal student. Multiple changes of clothes and a pup tent for a weeklong stake out in the library? Concrete blocks you've composed for some engineering project? Or maybe its your 7 course lunch that you decide to bring to class to fill the air with whatever nauseating fish dish you made the night before.

My best guess is that these are the people who bring every text book they have for the term to school each day, even if they don't have some classes, just on the off chance the prof refers to some example in the text. Ever heard of making a note to check said example later? Sure I may always forget to look at the example, but thats because I could care less.

In all actuality it isn't the studious nature of the luggage-student that bothers me, its the fact that my impatientness and chivalrous traits come into constant conflict whenever I'm around them, especially in the frigid days of winter. I will always hold the door if I see a girl coming up behind me. But now I'm left to stand in the cold for an extra minute as the person fumbles with their pack trying to get the wheels to turn in the snow and getting the pack through without the door closing. Sometimes I've arrived at an entryway only to find someone struggling to get through and causing a logjam of people. If you're weak enough that you can't carry your damn backpack then I say your eligible to use the handicapped button. Being as studious as you are I would've thought that you'd figure it out but I guess not. So either embrace your handicappedness or plan for each day like the rest of the normies and bring to school only what is needed.