The Bane of My Existence

I have something to admit that was too embarrassing to share earlier. It's still embarrassing, but a good story, so I'm going to just to suffer through and share the story. I have been trying to establish a bank account here for a few days now. The banks and post offices here have THE most bizarre hours you can possibly imagine. I've decided on the bank, because they are understanding of our situation as students with temporary addresses, and so on. The first time I went to the bank I think it was closed. Regardless, the second set of doors, between the lobby where the personal banking machines are (more complicated than an ATM but along those lines), I couldn't get them to open. There are three large door-sized panes of glass, one of which has two handles. I pushed and pulled on both handles, all to no avail. So here's the thing: I felt like a moron. I mean, I'm 23, with a college degree...it's just a door. It's an inanimate object - surely I can't be beaten by it, right? That's what I thought. I just explained it away that the bank was closed (regardless of the fact that there were still customers sitting inside staring at me trying to get in). Yesteday I went back when I KNEW for certain, without a doubt, NO DOUBT WHATSOEVER, that the bank was open. Again, could not get in the doors. Motioned to the teller inside that I needed help. His idea of helping was making some small indistinguishable motion with his hands. I attempted to do what I thought he meant by said small indistinguishable motion, again to no avail. So this is twice...TWICE, I say, that I have been thwarted by these doors. I am about to venture a third time, because I really truly NEED to open a bank account. This time I'm taking Tiffany with me and told her I'm not touching the doors. She's opening them...and that's all. I'm praying that maybe the bank was closed yesterday and the guy was telling me to go away, not telling me how to open the doors. But regardless I feel like a complete stereotypical American idiot. If we can't get in the bank, there's a chance you might not hear from me for awhile, because I'll be crying in a crumpled heap in front of the doors that are obviously far smarter than I could ever hope to be. Wish me luck!