Foot In The Door

Yesterday I stepped out to my fourth floor balcony for a cigarette. From there I saw the concierge doing something to the sliding grille gate to the ramp of our underground parking.

My attention was drawn to cloud patterns over the Andes. going back inside, I noticed the concierge hasn’t moved. Back inside, I answered an email, then it was time to go to the bakery for some fresh bread. Out in the street, The concierge was still by the gate.

I approached him and only then noticed, like a bear trap, the gate was closed on the concierge’s foot.

Some people who get their foot in the door need prying out.