He who lives by the sword…

Because I work in broadcasting I frequently find myself walking behind people who are oblivious to everything around them but their deadline. They often go through swing doors without a backward glance and so I sometimes kick the closing door hard with my boot, bury my face in my hands and give out a muffled “Aaargh!” They usually look alarmed, I say “It’s OK, I’m fine” and I hope that next time they might be a bit more considerate. Today I got my timing wrong. At least I didn’t break my glasses.