Knocking at the Right Door
Laugh Along WITH Me

Recently I went to yoga, which had moved to a new location. In order to enter the bathroom at the new location, you have to enter a code.  I went out into the hall, entered the code, red light flashes. Hmmmm. 

I enter the code again, hit enter, red light flashes. 
I enter the code again, hit enter, red light flashes. 
I enter the code again, hit enter, red light flashes. 

You are getting a hint into a personality trait of mine.  Maybe someone is in there?  I leave.  Then I return. 

I enter the code again, hit enter, red light flashes. 
I enter the code again, hit enter, red light flashes. 
I enter the code again, hit enter, red light flashes. 

"Maybe I am not doing this right," I think.  
Class is about to start.  
I abandon my mission and go to the class.  

The next week the same thing happens. I go out to the hall, I enter the code, hit enter, red light flashes. Hmmmm.

I enter the code again, hit enter, red light flashes. 
I enter the code again, hit enter, red light flashes. 
I enter the code again, hit enter, red light flashes. 

I like to figure things out on my own.  But that doesn't always work well.  I'm learning. 
Finally, I decide to ask the leader of the class for help.  I sheepishly say, "I guess I'm not as technologically skilled as I thought I was because I cannot get into the bathroom.  Can you give me a little tutorial?" 

The teacher kindly walks into the hallway, gets to the door I had been entering the code into, and keeps on walking to the door which has the sign "Women" over it.  

It's okay, laugh along WITH me, because I laughed.  I'm learning that sometimes to knock on the right door, you need to ask for help.

1 comment:

  1. I'm laughing along with you. And I am grateful that I'm not the only one who does stuff like this. :~) Glad you are having a chance to enjoy yoga!

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