Wednesday, 16 November 2011

Si Non Confectus, Non Reficiat

I loathe the new doors that they put in at my faculty. I loathe them dearly. There was nothing wrong with the old ones, possibly apart from looking old.
At least one was always open, so people coming in and out could get through without a hassle. These new ones have springs that make them always shut. This is inconvenient in the best of times; with rain and people coming the other way, an open umbrella in one hand and two bags in the other, it is monstrous.
I observe that, in this country, only the things that work seem to get fixed.