I've discovered new, previously unplumbed, depths of stupidity. At the Quality Inn we have an outer door, which is usually closed, and an inner door, which is usually propped open against a large glass window. People have no trouble operating the outer door, but they have a great deal of difficulty with the inner door. People come into the entryway, unprop the inner door, watch it close, and then try to walk through the glass window. The other night a lady came in, removed the doorstop, watched the door swing shut, and then stared stupidly at the glass window until Justin helped her. It makes me wonder how such individuals are able to dress themselves every morning.