If someone were to assess the collective IQ of my office building, I hope they don't decide to do this by watching people use the revolving doors. Because we will be deemed retarded.

There are two revolving doors plus two sets of emergency doors at the entrance I primarily use to enter and leave these hallowed halls, and inevitably there will be a line at one of the two revolving doors. Five to seven people will just be standing, patiently--briefcases or attaches in hand--waiting for the people in front of them to make their way through the door. It seems orderly and fine until you look over and see that the other revolving door, the one that's five feet away, is completely empty and line-free.

On top of the line-makers there are those who seem to have never actually been taught the genius that is the functionality of the revolving door. This is the group that won't step into their quarter of the revolving door until the entire door is emptied of its previous passengers.

My favorite of the revolving door culprits, however, are the chivalrous men. The ones who are showing their wives or girlfriends their offices. Or just meeting with them for lunch or whathaveyou. They stand next to their women and try to "open" the door for them. Except that the door is already open, and it always will be. This is because it revolves.