Disclaimer: I do not own Monk
It was something he had never thought about before. Now that he had, he made a mental note to tell Natalie to add revolving doors to his ever-growing list of phobias.
Even across the street he could see handprints on the glass of it. Did everyone think the handrails on each section were for decorative purposes only? It seemed like it.
He couldn't tear his eyes away from the steady stream of people going through it. Did these people not know how many germs littered each section of those doors? No one even bothered using hand sanitizer after getting out of it!
He itched to take out a wipe and go clean every section of the revolving door. But he knew it wouldn't stay clean for long even if he did. That, and he was certain he just saw a child sneeze while going through it and they hadn't bothered to cover their nose. It caused him to flinch away, even though he wasn't standing anywhere near it. It was an automatic response, one he considered self-preservation.
It would seem as the people cared not about the thousands of germs that each section of the door was holding, and he decided to against his inclination to tell them exactly how many there were.
With that decision made, he forced himself to walk away. Perhaps some facts were better left alone.