After last night's episode of the Walking Dead, I feel I have to share my doom of revolving doors.
The straightforward doom is being afraid of being caught in the door.
The not so rational doom is being afraid of getting caught in the door and being stuck to revolve around and around for eternity. Makes no sense. I know.
What I wasn't thinking about, UNTIL NOW THANK YOU WALKING DEAD, was the idea of zombies on either side of me trapping me in the revolving door.
I know, I know. For someone who likes zombie stuff so much, I sure have them in my irrational dooms a lot.
You just never know, ok? I could happen!
Ok, maybe that's a little far fetched.
I still think revolving doors are the work of satan.
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