A scary story, eh? You want bone-chilling, do you? Spine-tingling? Pore-enlarging? Then hold still, because you won’t even HAVE any pores when I’m done!
It all began when I was leaving class. Simple, right? Wrong! Because this time, I had to walk out a door. A door — with nobody holding it open!
I bet you’re starting to panic now, aren’t you? It says something about society these days. Nobody holds the door open for each other anymore. It's brother-against-brother, cats-eating-their-own-young, neighbors-knocking-over-each-others-bins-and-blaming-raccoons — society!?
I walk up to the door, and I pull on it.
It doesn’t open.
I pull harder. Still nothing.
People start to stare. My social death is sealed.
I pull harder, putting my whole weight into it now. “Heh, doors, right?” I say. Nothing but blank stares in return. I start to realize that it’s never gonna open, that I’ll be stuck in here forever. There’s no escape from STAT 304.
Scary, right? Here’s the scariest part: Someone else walks up to the door, and pushes on it. It opens right away.
Oops, my bad. It was a push door.