Pick on Someone Your Own Size

Brother had a run in with some automatic doors the other morning.
Instead of walking THROUGH the doors, he'd run and pressed his face against the glass to the side of them. When they opened, SMASH. Right on his head. His ear got squished (and turned purple). Yelling, he pulled his bruised head away from the door and ran to get me. Unfortunately, the doors were now closing. Frantic, he shoved his hands in between to stop them and SMASH. Again. This time his hands got the brunt end. Sad, sad day.
Mean old doors- go pick on someone your own size.