Getting stuck in the revolving doors

is not a pleasant experience, believe me, especially at 8.00 in the morning.

Let me lay out the scene:
I arrive for work - today is going to be a good day - I tell myself - I look good, I'm in positive spirits, I'm early and have everything in control.
I enter the broadcasting building. Security are in place - there is a buzz in the main reception - full of excited tourists, and adrenaline fuelled (in hindsight) workers. I make my way confidently towards the revolving doors - the gateway between the employers and the rest of the world.

Now the reason for my chirpiness - second day in the job - was that I had performed the stressful task of shopping for the 'Talent' to set up in their rooms effortlessly and with plenty of dallying time to spare before the production team arrived.
I bound in, holding my shiny employee pass in full view with glee. This action also warrants me respect and people make a wide birth for the 'TV employee!'
I swipe it against the reader that in turn revolves the doors.

I sashay in (quickly mind..those doors are fast moving) and as you would expect - I begin to walk out - the sight of the studios ahead. But ah no...an invisible pull holds me back - and it takes me a while to realise that I am being tugged back (a beeping commences in the air) I look up and see a red light flashing on the doors...I look down, and see a disfigured hand clinging on to two shopping bags, writhing ridiculously...

...My hand. My ridiculous hand is stuck between the glass doors.
"DROP the bag, you have to let go and move!" Asian security man bellowed.

I blinked at him in a dead panned way I usually adopt when I am both mortified and bemused.
really - could this really be happening to me?...why? before *feigning* laughing out loud so that other people wouldnt think I was embarressed.
I did as he said of course. I drop the bags and wait to be passed through - Thankfully the gap allowed my stubby hands to pass, but I still had to wait for the guard to rectify the doors in order for me to pass through fully. So yes - I was stuck in between the revolving (tiny spaced) doors until he *stopped laughing* activated them again.

"Next time ask me to take you through this door. This one is too small for you!"

Thanks. Thank you Mr Man for clarifying what was so devastatingly obvious - I mean he saw me coming, but he didn't stop me.
I came to the conclusion that being of smallish frame, I forgot that with the bags I had added an extra foot to the length of my short arms, but hadn't compensated for it. Hence the debacle.