One day my office phone rang. It was SHB (smoking hot babe, obviously). She sounded panicked and asked if I could come unlock the door for her. She was trapped inside a classroom and needed to be rescued. I was confused as none of our classrooms have automatic locks and, even if the door was locked, shouldn't you be able to open it from the inside?
I asked a few clarifying questions and soon discovered the problem.
She was pushing.
She needed to be pulling.
So sure, she's stunningly gorgeous and has a rack you could bounce quarters off. But me? Well, I can open a flippin' door by myself.
She's not much to look at but man can she open doors!