It’s Called a Window
September 23, 2005 · Filed Under Uncategorized
It is a little small, but it resides in the door to the stairwell for a reason. Maybe, that reason is so that you don’t blast your way through the door, smashing me with it, while I am attempting to climb the stairs with coffee in my Soon-To-Be-Scalded hands.
Please use the window so you don’t crush me with the door. Is that too much to ask?
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6 Responses to “It’s Called a Window”


did you ever stop to think maybe they did use the window, saw you & did it anyway?
Wow, now I have achieved a whole new level of pissed-offedness… I can always count on you Mike.
Maybe you were the offender…don’t windows work both ways.
that’s what i strive for craig. i like to think of myself as an anti-healer.
they work both ways, but I wasn’t opening the door… just walking past it to go up the stairs… if you are slamming a door open, it is your responsibility to not gore someone with the other side of it.
i disagree. i think that any given moment when you can use a door as a weapon, you are almost required to.