I spend a lot of my shifts working at the library, at the rear circulation desk, no matter what the time, I watch patrons struggling with our heavy doors.
Even though the signs say the door is automatic, a button needs to be pushed in order to activate the door; because the door opens directly out to the parking area AND we want to keep our “littlest”patrons safe. Children love to push buttons, so they adapt quickly, especially since the buttons are located right at their level. The adults seem to struggle more with the doors, maybe they don’t realize how heavy they are; many wrestle their way in and out.
So I imagined myself as the automatic door and came up with this little poem,
A button just waits there, some push it with glee.
posted by Jeanette