"I don't know how things work for you, but where I'm from? Messing with the automatic door while your mom tries to get you to cut it out is like some kind of rite of passage."

Okay, so he was exaggerating. But only a little.

"Actually, forget what I said. Play with the door. Knock yourself out, you have lost time to make up for."

Grif was a generous soul. A generous soul who was grinning ear to ear because he'd found a new victim.