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http://www.theawl.com/2014/12/51-minutes-in-a-revolving-doorMid-turn, and the whole thing stopped moving. With a sighhhhh. And a click. The person in front of me (hair scraped into a bun and brown coat) was able to squeeze out. As was the person behind me (heavy boots and red scarf). But I was trapped. By three walls of glass. After much pushing and shrugging on my part, the security guard approached holding up a note written on the back of a ticket stub. Are you ok? Door stuck? His name tag said Bill and he could not have been older than 19. I can hear you, I said. Yes it is. And yes, Im fine. Good, Bill wrote on his hand before, subsequently, transforming these words into a thumbs up. He turned to another security guard: I think the doors stuck, he said. Bills Friend looks at the door. And then at me: Christ.
10:15 AM: Bill and his Friend start to pull the door. And like any self-respecting young woman living in a post-Liam-Neeson-Taken era, I decided to call my father. Dad. Im trapped in a revolving door. There followed a crunch of cornflakes. Is this a metaphor? My father asked. Did you want to speak to your mother? You know Im no good at these sorts of problems. I tell him its real. I tell him its happening. I tell him to feed my fish if I dont make it out. Honey, [cornflake crunch/ swallow] have you actually tried pushing the door. Push the door. See what happens. This whole time, museum patrons are trying to use the revolving door/my new glass prison. Puzzled when nothing happens, they look at me. And then exit through the side door to the left. Some of them shake their heads or roll their eyes. I have, they presume, broken the door. Children are crying: they wanted to go through the spinning door: What did the lady do? A small girl asks her mother. I can hear you, I say.
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Me, too! Most recently had to do with my younger daughter when she was still in elementary school.
deurbano
Dec 2014
#15
Good story. Didn't name the Museum. Could have been real bad for a person with
appalachiablue
Dec 2014
#11
Yes def a drag. Have a friend that get attacks, but not hypervent/passout kind but bad chest pains
appalachiablue
Dec 2014
#13
Yes it's great to learn. Took a while to understand that there were troll
appalachiablue
Dec 2014
#16