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.
Thinking nothing of it, I swipe for the door handle again.
I reach out and swipe for the door handle a third time.
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. :)