1) With my left hand, take hold of door handle.
2) back up at the same time as pulling the door open.
3) when the door is open as wide as possible, quickly switch left hand from outside handle to bracing the door from the inside.
4) slowly turn chair round
5) back up through the open door, continue to hold door wide open
6) when through let the door slowly close after you, holding it until it's shut.
There were two doors to get through, the second was a little harder than the outside one because there was less space. But I didn't panic, I just slowly did it again. I entered into the lobby backwards. There was a young fellow standing there, having watched the whole process.
"You are pretty good at that," he said, impressed.
I asked him, nicely, what he was doing at the door.
He tells me it's his job to help people with strollers or with arms full of bags through the door. "I only do this on Saturdays, it our busiest day."
"Your job is to help people with the doors?"
"We are going to get those buttons," he said correctly assuming that I'd know what buttons he meant, "but until then this is what I do for my sift on Saturday."
"And you watched me come in slowly and come in backwards."
"Yeah, it was cool how you did that."
"It never crossed your mind to give me a hand?"
"No, you seemed to have it under control."
I still don't know how to think of this. I did have it under control. I did want help. I'm impressed he didn't just rush to help, but thought he should offer. I didn't like him standing and watching me get through the door as if he was watching a reality show clip.
I don't want help when I don't need it.
I say that all the time.
But sometimes I guess I do.