No, sir. You can’t come in here.
I left some papers at my office inside one of those huge IT buildings and wanted to pick them up on a Saturday. I didn’t have a parking permit, since I usually came on a two-wheeler, but I knew the parking lot would be nearly empty and I only needed about 10 minutes to go in and out.
As I pulled in, I came to the place where you wave an electronic card to lift the gate. I pulled up, showed my ID card and asked the security guard if he would let me go through.
No, sir. You can’t come in here.
“Please, sir” I said, closing one eye and cocking my head to the side. “Just 10 minutes.”
No, sir. He seemed like he had been through this before.
“Ok, then please let me park here by the entrance; I’ll go in quickly and come back.”
No, sir. Visitor parking is outside.
By “outside” he was referring to the 6 meter wide service lane that was supposed to accommodate two lanes of traffic. I pulled around, found a place to park and started to walk inside.
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