Cafe coordination

Stroll up to cafe entrance. Laptop bag over my shoulder.

Casually — and only half looking — I swipe my hand out to grab the door handle.

And miss.

Thinking nothing of it, I swipe for the door handle again.

Miss.

I reach out and swipe for the door handle a third time.

Miss.

That’s when the guy standing on the other side of the door — that I don’t see, but who has been watching me — pushes it open, smiling, “It happens, bro.”

“THREE times, man!” I say laughing, “Three times!”

He laughs, “Been there.”

Oh good, I’m back to my normal self. :)

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