Buttons

I love buttons. That is, physical buttons. It’s childish, but I like pushing them. One of the first things I’ve noticed here in the U.S is that most doors have big buttons next to them. These magical, fun buttons make the doors open, and spare me the need to put my weight and power to the tiring task of pushing a heavy door.

The thing is, I got used to the buttons. I now carry things in my left hand, while pushing them with my right palm or elbow. And so, I was very confused when a few days ago, one of the friendly buttons at the coffee shop next to my bus station was not working. I already had my coffee and stood in front of the door, confused. “Let me get that for you,” said someone from behind me, and held it open. “Have a good one.”