“Hey, how ya doin’?” he said.
“Doing well,” I replied. “How about you?”
“I’ve been better,” he sighed.
And I proceeded to walk up to the automatic exit doors and – as I was entering – they didn’t open, and I almost bonked my head.
He let out a raspy guffaw. “Wrong door,” he said, still chuckling.
“Thanks,” I said.
I also contributed to his cup on the way out, but I bet he’d have preferred a well placed banana peel….
P.S. Speaking of doors … here’s a compendium of every Kramer entrance on Seinfeld in chronological order (credit: tylercreviston). Enjoy!