Racing past the supermarket entrance flap doors

Yesterday was once again a fine example of please do not rely on the few remaining braincells still held together with duct tape and was I insanely speed-pushing memyself and 86-year-old mother in wheelchair straight past the entrance flap doors inside the supermarket like we were participating in some deeply unnecessary elderly Formula 1 qualification round.

Like how do you not notice those flap doors. You entered the damn supermarket with only one purpose: to get yourself (and your mother) through those retarded flap doors girl!