What goes around, comes around.
Just like drawing a circle. Sometimes, if one doesn't stop, it will continue to go around and around until the pen runs out of the ink.
That's why, Lady, the one in the purple coat, please... Step up after you went through the revolving door, so I can get the f**king out. I don't care if it's snowing or freezing cold outside... You should have either put your damn gloves on before you leave the door.
Did you know that there's someone behind you, trying to get out of the revolving door? With you standing right in front of the opening, well, sistah, I ended up having the damn door smashing against my shoulder and forced me to go around again.