Pet Peeve
In order to access the underground parking garage at my job, you need a card key. For some petty reason, it ANNOYS me when I pull up, put the car in park, walk over to the little thingy, slid my card through, jump back in my car and them some jerk tailgates to get in on my access before the gate closes again. I’m sure they probably have their own and do actually work in the building but I don’t feel like unbuckling and getting out of the air conditioning only to have the guy behind me ride in literally on my coattails.
Just in case you’re wondering, sometimes I can reach it without getting out but often I don’t.
Aww. I know the feeling. More often than not when I go to a drive up ATM, I have to open the door because I can’t reach the slot to put the card in.
Comment by Tasha — August 9, 2007 @ 12:42p