Are you kidding incorrect revolving door user?

I've been through a lot of doors, and not metaphorically speaking. Literally, holes in the wall with a swinging cover meant as a means of entering and leaving. Sometimes they've been fancy like the kind that slide into the wall or lift up like a garage. But of all of these the best is the revolving door. It's the only type that allows its users to both enter and exit simultaneously in an organized fashion. And having been to many office buildings, I've been around in quite a few of them, most of the time without incident. So imagine my surprise when I go to use the revolving door and there is a lady in the same section as me. Are you kidding incorrect revolving door user? First, the section is maybe five square feet. I don't think you need a masters in geometry to figure out that it was meant for one person. Also, when you hold your purse up and it is digging into my back maybe that should have been a good sign that you should have waited the extra 3 seconds for the next section. The next time you go to use a public bathroom I hope someone walks in to use the same stall you are using and then hits you up side the head with their purse. And then when you give them a dirty look and inevitably scream in protest for them to leave, I hope they just giggle and smile instead of apologizing, and let's see how you like it. But the worst incorrect revolving door user was the one I encountered yesterday. Some revolving doors are not light, and it takes a good heave to get them going. So when I was going back to the office, I put my hand to its designated spot, dropped my weight and pushed. I felt a little resistance halfway through my reentry so I tried pushing a little harder;until I heard a noise, looked up, and saw this lady's body staggering sideways. After she gathered her flailing body, she had enough time before security told her that she didn't belong in the building to turn around and shoot me one of the dirtiest looks I've received in a long time. But really? Who just stops in the middle of a revolving door. You know that episode of Seinfeld where George plays real life Frogger with the Frogger video game? I'd like to let this lady play the same game. And as she was trying to get to the other side of the street through oncoming traffic, I would ask her to stop abruptly like she did in the door, just to see what happens, as a fun experiment. Then we would see who was using the revolving door the right way.