Every time I walk past, I check to see if it is open. Because if it is open, I'm going to go inside.
Just a little Bosch. Think of it as your Daily Dose of Crazy.
And on a note of self-revelation, Friday night I was reminded how I really don't cope well with people who:
1). are in raptures about every single thing they do/see/etc
2). refuse to use maps and then wonder why they get lost
3). fail to carry out my instructions immediately after I give them
I'm just mean like that I guess.