This morning I bicycled to school. When I bike, I bike fast. I always pass ten or twenty people. The only downside of me biking fast is that I haven’t got a bell...
So, this morning, I got stuck behind two cyclists who couldn’t have been slower if they had been crouching backwards in slow motion. Or so it felt to me anyway.
I, acting like the shy girl I am (humhum...), stayed behind them, not daring to shout “Coming through!” or even plain “Ringring!”. I decided to wait for someone with a bell.
While cycling behind the two girls I came up with a perfect metaphor: I was in a hurry and had to stop in front of a closed door. I found I had no key. I waited in front of the door, because inside there was something I wanted, hoping that soon someone with a key would come.
Then, all of a sudden, the girls moved out of my way, giving me passage. Which I took. They had seen me.
The doors slid open and I entered. I realized it had been a door with an automatic laser sensor.

Jay for me
but maybe
I should get me a key
for the next
door