I went to Target for some Christmas shopping.
Rather than having doors that slide open.

Target has traditional automatic doors that fold open.

As I approached the store, I noticed an old woman trying to escape from the entrance. She was standing about two inches from the glass, her cane helping to prop her up. She stared straight out the door, wondering why it wouldn’t open for her.
I realized I needed to halt my approach immediately, as the door would sense me, swing open and jack one of the cutest old ladies ever.
I raised my hands in a sort of “WATCH OUT!” manner. My efforts backfired. As my hands waived in desperation, they triggered the door sensor, and the old lady took a decent blow from the automatic door.
She stumbled through the now-open door. I asked if she was alright. She responded with an apology for her mistake. I can’t believe she apologized. I wanted to say so much more, but the whole interaction rendered me a mute.
I wish I would’ve hugged that old woman. She was so precious and sweet. The least I could’ve done was given her a piggyback ride to her car. But I was in shock. I never thought I would injure one of the cutest old women ever.







