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I was getting some KFC for lunch the other day as I do every day, and I went to the washroom to wash my hands before sitting down. Now since it was lunch time of course the place was super busy. Lost in anticipation of my meal I wasn't paying attention as I pushed open the door to enter the washroom, if I had been paying attention I would have realized this was the heaviest door ever created by mankind.
After a successful visit to the washroom I was feeling pretty good about myself, and went to leave. In my mind I was to fling the door open wide and strut through the resulting opening like a lord entering a fancy ball. Remember I said the door opened into the washroom. I grabbed the door handle, flung the door wide and walked back into the dining area. Or that was what was supposed to happen. Since this was the heaviest door in the world it only swung partially open, which I hadn't noticed as I began my lordly strut into the dining area.
The result was me walking full force into edge of the door. I made enough noise to draw the attention of several patrons. My left arms, my face, and half my torso had made it through the opening. The rest of my body was still inside the washroom, trapped by this monstrosity of a door. It only took a few seconds for me to find the door handle and open the door enough for me to squeeze my trapped body through the door but it felt like forever.
I could feel the judgement from my fellow KFC patrons as I picked up my order. Out of embarrassment I had to get them to change it from "dine in" to "eat out" and took my meal out to my car. I drove around back and parked by the dumpsters to eat so no one would see me.
After a successful visit to the washroom I was feeling pretty good about myself, and went to leave. In my mind I was to fling the door open wide and strut through the resulting opening like a lord entering a fancy ball. Remember I said the door opened into the washroom. I grabbed the door handle, flung the door wide and walked back into the dining area. Or that was what was supposed to happen. Since this was the heaviest door in the world it only swung partially open, which I hadn't noticed as I began my lordly strut into the dining area.
The result was me walking full force into edge of the door. I made enough noise to draw the attention of several patrons. My left arms, my face, and half my torso had made it through the opening. The rest of my body was still inside the washroom, trapped by this monstrosity of a door. It only took a few seconds for me to find the door handle and open the door enough for me to squeeze my trapped body through the door but it felt like forever.
I could feel the judgement from my fellow KFC patrons as I picked up my order. Out of embarrassment I had to get them to change it from "dine in" to "eat out" and took my meal out to my car. I drove around back and parked by the dumpsters to eat so no one would see me.