Maybe I'm just getting old, but there's some stuff I don't feel the need to deal with anymore. Trying to waddle through a revolving door with a cart full of boxes is one of those things.
The other day, some other clerk and I were both trying to get into the same building with rolling carts. In this particular building, you can either use the revolving doors or the door that says, "Do Not Open. For Handicapped Use Only." The other clerk visibly thought about his two choices and then, intent on obeying the sign, proceeded to inch his way through the revolving door.
I, on the other hand, sailed through the "Do Not Open" door, while receiving a death look from the other guy (who was pretty well wedged in the revolving door as this point). Yeah, I guess the sign said not to use that door, but I'm pretty sure I don't care. I'll brave whatever the door-police can throw at me as long as I don't have to look like a retard before I even get into a building.
This kind of reminded me of one of my favorite quotes from my dad. We were watching some old guy make a bunch of bizarre requests in a restaurant and all my dad said to me was, "I can't wait until I'm so old I just don't give a fuck anymore." I get that now.