Yeah, I remember you and your Samsonite [vicarious pleasure]
Do you remember my anecdote of a
blur like sotong young women on her hand-phone* expecting to walk through me. I
accidentally almost wiped her out and she followed me for 50M through a crowded town-centre in a ... well, basically, in a complete and veery loud hysteria.
Years later I still remember that vividly, and it still seems weird. I mean what do you expect walking square-on into a 'beached Beluga'...lol?
* How I hate, hate that name for a mobile lol...
I used to do a similar maneuver a dozen years ago when i was working at IP. I used to carry a 12 kg Samsonite hardside briefcase on the MRT. in those days queuing was a joke - they'd stand to the sides until the doors just started to open and then just rush the doors. They soon learned not to do that if I was standing on the inside in front of the door because as soon as it opened I'd step out smartly. Of course the briefcase had to follow usually in a rapidly descending arc assisted a bit on it's journey. Woe be it to the poor ignorant arse who rushed the door as usually the case would connect with the front of their thigh. I'd not slow down but would apologize, saying 
