Saw a kid --17, maybe 30; hell, I can't tell anymore -- nearly run head-on into store-exit door. He looked up from his phone, glared at the door, backed up to size the door up, tiny brain whirring as he mulled another run at it, then sighed indignantly and went around rail to automated door. I watched another minute rooting in vain for him to get hit by a minivan, or at least a shopping cart, in the lot. I'm not proud of that, but I'll bet you would have, too.