Aren't revolving doors the nastiest things ever? The glass is always smudged and greasy from the thousands of hands pressing on it everyday. The worst is when there is a forehead-sized smudge at eye level. Christ, don't people wash their hair? Their face? I am thankful that in the wintertime my gloves can provide a barrier between my hands and the icky glass. In the summertime, I'm out of luck!
Just my rant for the evening.