When I was a young boy, my parents took my brother, sister and me to the grocery store with them on Friday nights. I remember this only because, once in a while, mom would get us a treat if we were good.
One Friday, the A&P Supermarket had installed something new. It was that marvel of technology: “the automatic opening door.” As a child, I could never figure out how that thing worked. On that particular night, my little brother got loose from mom’s hand and wandered in the path of those going out of the store through the automatic doors. He never saw it coming until the door swung open and smacked him right in the face. We had to take a trip to the hospital and, thanks to my little brother and his stitches, I never got my treat that night.
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