Attention: Tracey and Joanna Hoyle, and Tracey Anne Tobias.
None of you live at my house. (I checked; these aren’t aliases the kids are using.)
So please stop giving my address to people.
The mail for you has gone back to the sender.
(Unlike last time, I did check the White Pages to see if the names matched to similar addresses nearby. … Okay okay, I admit it, I remembered to check this after I’d mailed them back, but there wasn’t a match anyway.)
I do wish the owners of automatic doors would think more of us fast-walkers.
Obviously if doors are next to a lot of passing traffic, the sensors can’t look too far for moving people, but if they’re in a corridor, it shouldn’t be too hard to detect oncoming speedsters.
As it is, at places like the Port Phillip Arcade, I have to slow down to a fraction of my usual speed to avoid bumping my nose on the glass.
I guess I could wave my hand or briefcase ahead of me to give it some warning that I’m coming, but it would look pretty silly.
Or is it just me that has this problem?