Turnstile

I was going into my dorm and there are these card scanners that let you go through the turnstiles to enter the dorm. But honestly these don’t work as well as people would think. I saw someone behind me while waiting for the elevator. She scanned her card, put in her pin. As she tried to go through those wretched turnstiles she just rammed her side into it and it didn’t budge. How much would that have hurt…. A LOT. I’ve felt it before. She tried again… but again it didn’t work, this time she was more cautious. Third time, it didn’t work again. It worked the fourth time. Why was I there for so long? Because the elevators are so slow. SO SLOW. It goes up and down and the doors open so slow. Everything doesn’t work as well as it should.

The girl saw that she should have been more careful the second time, since she rammed her side into the turnstile. This was the affordance. The signifier was the fact that she most likely bruised herself trying to go through the first time.