Godlike powered gecko machine

Sometimes when I am at work and the door is locked for various undisclosed reasons, people take it upon themselves to try with little achievment to open the door. When that usually fails for them, they then proceed to knock on the door and make little tunnels with their little hands for their stupid faces to peer in and look at me. It reminds me of when I'm at the reptile exhibit in the zoo and I knock on the glass of the gecko enclosure and press my oily face against said glass in the hopes that I will arouse any inkling of interest in me that the gecko should obviously have. I now fully believe that geckos control the karma of simple manners. But what does a gecko know? That's why we are not punished for forgetting to put our napkins in our laps at supper time, or not holding the door for legless people. When it comes to unwanted people desiring to crowd our space during alone time however, they have our asses covered.