Riding the Scary-Go-Round

It happened today. I finally mastered the revolving doors of my office building.

I can still remember what it was like those first few days. There is a terrible kind of coordination one must have to enter these things and arrive out the other side safely. Unfortunately, apart from when I dance, I tend toward utter gracelessness. Needless to say, I looked at this mobile monster with no less dread than if it was the centrifuge ride at the county fair. I mean, what if I got stuck in there and found myself running round in tight circles like a dog chasing its tail for hours on end?

I'd begin by looking both ways, trying to make sure no one would witness my ridiculous (but sadly necessary) approach to this entryway. Then I'd grab my bag close to me, steel myself for any impending impact, take two steps back to get a running start...and be off!

Preparations and prayers aside, whether or not me and my bag both made it through without being pinched, clamped or thrown against the glass was all up to the will of the revolver gods. On a good day, I'd trip along within that tiny triangular frame of space and stumble out with the smallest amount of dignity in tact.

But today I wasn't paying attention and what happened was amazing. My ipod earbuds in, my stride confident, I simply walked right on through those doors in perfect subconscious timing...and shot out the other side with no problem at all. In fact, I even continued right on walking toward the elevators without missing a beat - a pretty spectacular feat if I do say so myself.

They say if you can make it in New York you can make it anywhere. Well now I can at least make it through the front doors so I'm sure I'm well on my way. This is how a New Yorker goes through a revolving door...