This waiting room at Norwich railway station is a bloody nuisance to me as I can’t get in. The automatic doors entirely ignore me, regardless of where I try and stand so that the sensors recognise me. Everyone else sails in (and I’ve even brought friends to test whether they can get in – which they always can), whilst I’ve now just taken to tail-gating someone else in.
But today, something changed. I still can’t get in the bloody waiting room, but I noticed nor could someone else. He looked puzzled, confused and just a little befuddled. This pleased me greatly, not because he was in a state of disorder, but because I know that there is someone else in the city who can’t get in either.