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So I'm heading for the door, about to pop across the street for a bite to eat on my break. Heading at a good clip, too. Now, this is one of those nicely reinforced doors that you have to swipe a card to open when you go in, but that you just have to turn a handle when you leave. What I usually do - and I normally have it timed nicely - is turn slightly to the side and push the door open with my shoulder right after I've turned the handle past the "cause door to open" angle.
I grab the handle and everything is going according to plan. I twist - and falter, my hand slipping off of the handle and causing it to snap back into it's original position. And with my momentum, and my weight behind it... Well, you can guess what happened.
*CRACK!* I slam into the door, somehow managing to convert most of the impact onto my cheekbone. Ow. So now the left side of my face feels funny, and I am REALLY hoping this doesn't bruise... Though I don't know who people would think is beating me. *furrows eyebrows confusedly*
(Actually, it might be funny if it DOES bruise, then I can tell people my 'online boyfriend' is beating me up, and see what their reaction is. *laughs*)
I grab the handle and everything is going according to plan. I twist - and falter, my hand slipping off of the handle and causing it to snap back into it's original position. And with my momentum, and my weight behind it... Well, you can guess what happened.
*CRACK!* I slam into the door, somehow managing to convert most of the impact onto my cheekbone. Ow. So now the left side of my face feels funny, and I am REALLY hoping this doesn't bruise... Though I don't know who people would think is beating me. *furrows eyebrows confusedly*
(Actually, it might be funny if it DOES bruise, then I can tell people my 'online boyfriend' is beating me up, and see what their reaction is. *laughs*)