The automatic door forgot its one job, so the man in front of me labored through the heavy door and held it for me.
“There you go,” he said.
As my hand replaced his on the frame, I pushed it a little more. “Oh. There. It caught. Of course. Now that we’re both through the door.”
“Just my luck,” he said.
For that brief moment, we were together in the same boat. Stuck in the midst of a non-working world. Which, yes, is a direct analogy for this post election USA.