Stuck in the Revolving Door at the Crossroads

I think I know now what a mountain climber feels like when they fall into a cold, icy glacier crevasse.  Their body heat melts a thin layer of water from their surrounding crystalline container and they slip deeper still into the icy depths.  Squirming makes the situation worse.  They can't turn left, they can't turn right.  

I'm at a crossroads right now, stuck in a revolving door in the center.  I can't turn left, I can't turn right and I certainly can't go forward.  I can't even go back at this point.  

I've checked, there are no skeins of yarn dragging behind me jamming the door.  So all I can do right now is sit in my cold, glassy people aquarium, knitting the day away (there is a Handwoven on the floor) until somebody gets maintenance to get the doors moving again because I lost my glass cutter somewhere along the road.