I don’t like using public restrooms.
Because I don’t like touching the door handle on the way out.
So after I wash my hands, I save the towel, and use it to open the door.
But the restroom I was in last week didn’t have towels. It had one of those blow dry things.
So in that case, I always have a Plan B.
Plan B is to extend my sweatshirt sleeve so that it covers my hand, and open the door. The skin of my hand touches nothing.
But I wasn’t wearing a sweatshirt. I had on a t-shirt.
That’s when I had a quick impulse.
I should push the door open with the top of my head.
So I leaned forward to push the door open with my head.
And felt a door smash into it.
It was a solid hit, so solid it triggered my brain to remember that bathroom doors almost never open out.
A thought it would have been nice to have in advance.
At least my hands are clean.