How getting from my car to inside my apartment is like a logic puzzle.

[asterroc]

After shutting off the car, I put the keys in my pocket, and pick up the soda in my right hand and the McNuggets in the left. The same left hand opens the door, and the soda goes onto the curb, the food into my right hand, and my left grabs the bookbag and slings it over my shoulder. Food back into left, and soda into right.

At the front of the house, the soda remains clapsed in my right thumb and forefinger, while the food bag gets slipped under my middle finger and my left hand picks up the recycle bin. Up the stairs, and the recycle bin is put down, left hand fishes out the house keys and opens the door, which is then propped with my right foot while my left hand's keys are switched to my right pinky, and Lefty continues on to tuck the mail under my right arm and then pick up the recycle bin once more.

I step through the front door into the downstairs foyer. There isn't enough space for me to shut the front door unless I first open the second door, and to do so I must put down the recycle bin once more: recycle bin down, left hand opens second door while right foot props first door. I step forward, foot releases first door, turn and shut. Pick up recycle bin, step through second door, put bin down, turn and shut door 2. Up the stairs, repeat at my apartment door.

If you ever wish to do a Life Swap (rosefox's mom) with me (not that you would, or I would), this sequence must be understood perfectly, and you must have a matching fascination for that gridlock puzzle game.