Shup

I ran into a door yesterday.

Not hard, not enough to hurt, but just enough that I had to check that nobody had seen. (Nobody had.)

I was in the library stairwell, where none of the "push" and "pull" signs on the doors are anywhere near eye level. I run into those doors a lot.

I was thinking, though: whose idea was it to have those two words look so alike? Same number of letters, and the first two are identical! That was a terrible idea. Someone should have tapped them on the shoulder and said, "Uh, dude--no offense, but that's a terrible idea. The entire English-speaking world will be running into doors for the rest of eternity if we do that."

I know it's not just me, too. I've seen people run into doors my entire life.

We could at least color-code the push/pull signs on doors. Green for push ("Yes, continue your reckless forward momentum!") and red for pull ("You'd better pull up on that speed, dude, or you're going to break your nose. And look like an idiot in the process.").

OR: I propose we change one of the words. Not a lot, but just enough so that we can continue to spare no more than a glance for the signs as we barrel forward. It's kind of difficult to mess with words that end with two "l"s, I think, so let's change "push" to "shup." That way, with only a glance, we would see that since the word didn't start with a "p," we would know that we didn't have to stop and pull at the door. And, with only reversing the "p" and the "sh," it would be the smallest change we could make and still cut down on what I'm sure it a large percentage of injuries acquired each year.

Also, on another note, I got one of my flatmates (codename: Falkirk) to make crepes with me. They were delicious, the only meal I've eaten today, and definitely would not have been possible without her. And I watched An American Werewolf in London this evening. Fantastic movie.