I wondered why this got bumped.
This was around 1989-1990. I took karate lessons in the evenings after work. Some of my co-workers thought it wasn’t appropriate for a woman to be studying karate. A few thought it was interesting and cool, including the co-worker in question. She wrote an article about me taking karate lessons for the workplace newsletter.
Anyway, I typically changed into my karate uniform at quitting time in the workplace bathroom and drove straight to my lessons. As usual, on the day in question, I held my uniform in my arms and walked to the bathroom door. I opened the door with my right foot on the kick plate at the bottom. I put my foot on the kick plate and pushed, just like you’d push with your hand on the hand plate.
The door opened a few inches. It was pitch black inside and I heard an “Ow.” My co-worker had turned off the bathroom light and then reached for the door handle in the dark. Not too smart. At the time, she admitted that she shouldn’t have done that. I apologized for hitting her with the door anyway. It would have happened if I’d opened the door with my hand, too, with what she’d done. Or if it had been anyone else besides me.
The VP of Finance had been walking down the hall and saw me push the door open with my foot. He said nothing about it and continued on his way.
When I went into work the next day, my co-worker had her arm in sling and was telling everyone how much it hurt. I asked her how she was. She told me that the VP of Finance told her that I’d karate-kicked the door in on her on purpose. (I guess they also thought I had X-ray vision like Clark Kent and knew she was standing on the other side of a solid door.)
Well, I was the bad guy for awhile because some people believed her. It reinforced the opinions of those who thought that anyone taking karate was prone to violence.
She wore her arm in a sling for weeks and kept going on about how much pain she was in. After awhile, some people stopped believing her and the sympathy went away. People came around and admitted that they knew I wasn’t the type of person who would do something like that.
That’s about it.