So I've been coming into a client's office, on and off, for three years. Maybe twice a week. Sometimes more, sometimes less.
The same two security staff have been working the downstairs desk for all that time. I don't think they've ever asked to see my card (it's not a swipe thing); I just nod and look like I belong, and they say nothing. I mean, I have a card.
So this morning, when I'm running late, I'm waiting for the lift, and one of the security guards comes up to me and asks to see my pass. I know it's in my wallet somewhere, but you know how it is when you're looking for something and can't find it? Three lifts come and go.
I find it. I show it to him. He nods. I'm late.
The day can only improve.
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