You know when you go to the grocery store or a mall and you go through automatic doors? The idea is that your very presence is enough to open those doors up, right?
For some reason, they rarely work for me.
It's not my size. I'm six feet tall and just shy of 160 pounds, so there is absolutely no way I am dainty enough to claim that I am too petite for the mechanism to work.
Still, practically every time I present myself on the mat for an automatic door, I end up just standing there like a lunatic. They either open only halfway, not at all, or close on me as I pass through.
John says it must be because I have no soul.
This from the guy who just stands there and laughs as his wife gets beaten up by the door as she buys (and then cooks) his food!