I know that I've been working in the downtown core too long when I find myself walking through a building and nonchalantly striding towards a set of glass doors, then coming to an abrupt halt inches from the door, very nonplussed that the doors didn't automatically open via some unseen sensor operating a power door opener. This happened to me today.

You'd think it would have taken longer to become so lazy that you don't mind opening doors yourself.

I have to admit that one of the most fun parts of the trip from my car to the office is walking through a double set of sliding glass doors. I feel just like Maxwell Smart in a campy '60s TV show.