It's a peculiar habit of merchants in the Chicagoland area to leave one of their double doors locked. Always. Almost predictably. Regardless of the season.
I'm sure it has something to do with keeping cold winter winds out, and cold Air Conditioned air in.
I'm also sure it violates some kind of fire code.
You would think this information would be enough to slow me down when exiting or entering a restaurant, a store -- the moment when I grab the door, expecting to swing it hard and wide, or barrel into it, using all my weight to move through.
It isn't. And I'm frequently disappointed to find that I've picked the locked door.
And have bruised myself again.
p.s. here's some happy news: this pic made the home page of the Chicagoist yesterday. woo hoo!
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woo hoo!
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