An intuitive interface in life.

I came to one of the offices for work and after a while asked them (pardon) for a sorting. They point me to the door at the end of the hallway and give me a tablespoon. I really wore for a long time. A helpful imagination threw me a few pictures of using a spoonful in the sorting. When I still gathered my exploded brains into a pile and asked them, it turned out that their sortir is closed to a lock with a lock and the door is opened and to open it they smash the tongue of the lock with a spoon. No... Well, it’s for everyone without explanation...