Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Revolving doors and airplane bathrooms?
I have arrived in Orlando for my little business quasi family trip combo. It's good thing to combine business with pleasure as often as possible.
I often tease my husband that when we arrive at a hotel we look like Sanford and Son checking in. While we own very nice luggage, Ty insists on having his shirts on hangers in plastic. PUT YOUR SHIRTS in a hanging bag! He also exits the car holding an assortment of Banana Peels, Publix bags, Apples, SHOES, uneaten cheese and peanut butter crackers, and other items from the road trip. I often leave the car and make believe he was just giving me a ride.
We pulled up to the brand spanking new Hilton Bonnet Creek - we will be having a meeting there Thursday morning. Wow, such a beautiful place with HUGE wide automatic revolving glass doors. The valet opened my door, I leaped out grabbed my bags and headed towards the small door to the right of the revolving doors. I do not LIKE revolving doors as there is too much pressure to not injure oneself. You are carrying your purse, jacket over arm, pulling wheeled bag, laptop bag in other hand, all the while taking baby steps so you don't bang your toes into the glass as it inches forward? I want no part of revolving doors and avoid them at all costs.
They appear to be moving very slowly... then once you enter the zone... BAM... they either speed up, OR slow down and I can never figure out which way it will go! I think that the real source of my revolving door anxiety stems from the above observations plus being grossly FAT in my pre-op life. Hmmm... getting STUCK in revolving door would be ULTIMATE EMBARRASSMENT wouldn't it. I used the same reasoning to not have used the bathroom on an airplane in over 30 years before I had bariatric surgery.
I was in line to check in when a commotion ensued behind me. I looked over my shoulder and happened to see someone stuck in the web of the door. It had stopped revolving in fact. Ty had caught his plastic dry cleaners bag in the wheels of his suitcase, he then dropped his banana, then he bent over to pick it up and the door whumped him in the ass, he then stepped on the sleeve of his shirt on a hanger, sending him stumbling forward into the glass. It was almost as if I were viewing the comedic moment in well choreographed slow motion. In order to get out of the glass booth that now imprisoned him, he had to PICK UP his wheeled bag and drag it as the wheels wouldn't turn and trailed his still stuck shirts behind him. Whew!
For one brief moment I considered going over and helping him, but instead turned and walked to the spot that opened up at the desk as I chuckled. Oh shut up... he wasnt hurt and yes, he is all mine!
A little while ago we returned to the hotel after a superb meal of SUSHI and SASHIMI at Rangetsu of Tokyo on International Drive. We lived in Orlando twenty five years ago, before Universal Studios was even built and it was our favorite place to eat. It is a large restaurant that is always filled with Japanese businessmen and the variety of of fresh fish is amazing. I thought of Teresa as I crunched my deep fried shrimp head. (yep, a segue to another story for another time... )
We parked the car under the portico as Ty does NOT valet his car (another story for yet another time) and I ran inside the lobby, once again through the door to the side of the automatic glass sliding door.as it was 50 degrees! This is FLORIDA people... lol.
As I turned and waited for Ty in the lobby, a man who had just arrived via taxi at the hotel, entered the Wide Glass Automatic Revolving Doors. He tripped, as his friend who was behind him in the same glass cell misjudged his own sized steps and clipped his heel, sending him forward and smushing his face into the glass.
Our eyes met as he struggled to regain his composure and balance. He left the evil vortex of the revolving door - and quickly scanned the lobby to assess the number of folks who had witnessed his smooth move. Just me. I looked him in the eye and we both burst out laughing. I mouthed the words 'I saw that!' while laughing.
In the meantime, my banana-less husband had maneuvered his way through the doors and asked me what I was laughing about. I told him that I always thought I hated revolving doors because I was 300 pounds, but now I see that size has absolutely nothing to do with it!
posted by Susan Maria of BariatricEating.com @ 10:59 AM
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