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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