When Ordinary Things Aren’t Ordinary.

There is something beautifully human about finding humour in the smallest inconveniences of everyday life.

With the writer’s permission, I’m sharing this piece. It’s funny, observant, and somehow manages to turn an ordinary moment into a story that stays with you.



Someone is holding the door forme.

Very kind

The problem is, I’m still about twelve meters away.

For a normal person this is nothing.

For me, this is now an appointment.

He has committed to the door.

I have committed to reaching the door.

Neither of us can leave.

So I start moving faster.

Which, with a walker, does not look faster.

It looks like the same speed with more panic.

He smiles.

I smile.

We are both pretending this is going beautifully.

At about eight meters I consider yelling,

“It’s all good. No need…”

But now he has invested too much.

He is holding that door like a firefighter

And I’m coming.

Slowly

Very fucking slowly.

At some point his kindness starts developing consequences.

Other people arrive at the door.

Now he has to hold it for them too.

He has accidentally become employed there.

Eventually I arrive.

“Thank you” I say.

“No problem” he says.