Long Day

"Stacy," I started cautiously, "what are you doing?"

She whirled around from the door. "What does it look like I'm doing???" she practically hissed at me, frustration etched on her face.

Now I was faced with an important choice -- how to respond. Option A would be to go on the defensive as well. I mean, I loved being spoken to like a particularly slow child as much as the next person, but it had been a long day filled with bureaucratic manoeuverings liberally peppered with House popping in being, well, his usual charming self. Then again, considering that Stacy's mood probably had quite a bit to do with the latest House-induced fiasco, we would probably both quickly end up saying things we would soon regret. So anger and/or sarcasm were unfortunately out. Damn. I briefly contemplating taking the humour route, but I really doubted that I had enough energy to keep that going ... and Stacy's glare was getting more venomous with every passing second.

"Well?" She vocalised the unspoken challenge. If all else fails, go with simple honesty... I thought to myself.

"It looks like you're trying to push your way through a pull door." I replied carefully.

Stacy froze. She looked at me, then the door, then back at me. She rolled her eyes back and slung her head down with a sigh. "Oh..."

I smiled a matronly smile that she thankfully couldn't see, opened the door, and guided her through it.

"Go home Stacy, it's been a long day."