I’m pretty sure I’m an involuntary participant in some sort of psych experiment right now.
All quarter long, the entrance doors to Arrillaga Family Dining Commons have been mysteriously difficult to use: some open one way and some don’t, and this usually switches from day to day. If you’ve eaten at Arrillaga recently, chances are good that you’ve also tried a perfectly good looking door, only to find yourself looking like a moron in front of the impatient food-seekers behind you. “Way to go,” their raised eyebrows convey, “you’ve only been opening doors for the last, what, sixteen years?”
For the past week, the doors have been emblazoned by rotating labels. The first day they explicitly demarcated “pull here” or “use other door.” Secretly gleeful, I proudly opened the door on the very first try and joined my fellow diners in a small happy-dance upon our successful venture. But they’ve changed ever since, becoming less immediately user-friendly, and significantly more challenging for the running-on-empty-omigosh-it’s-Dead-Week brain.
What’s up with the sassy doors? I have four theories:
- Psych 1 student having a little too much fun with his or her final project. “I have to inform human subjects about their rights as participants? Whaaaat??”
- Really bored Arrillaga employee. There are only so many times you can arrange the salad bar according to John Arrillaga’s specific instructions (alphabetical, by last letter of county of origin, in French, in case you were wondering).
- Annoying publicity for some student start-up. Note the QR code. Not cool, kids.
- Blame Cal.