I live in a gated community. That means there's a gate out front to keep me safe. Hah! It's like trying to stop a flood with a spaghetti strainer. Yesterday I came back from a meeting and it was around midnight. Well, the blasted gate would not open. I tried my key and nothing. I called myself on the call box. Since it goes to my cell phone, in theory if I call myself I can press 9 and it'll open/ No can do. Well, I sat there and eventually someone else showed up. Her key worked fine. The gate opened and I went home.
There's no reason for this. According to property management, the gate is functioning fine and my key is good. "I must've done something wrong." Yep, it's always my fault. At least I didn't have to leave my car out on the highway all night. We'll see what happens tonight.