So, I'm leaving work yesterday on my mountain bike. With all the new construction and whatnot here, there's only one entry/exit point to the CDC campus and it happens to be relatively far out of my way.
For whatever reason (I'd find out later), they had one of the side gates open. Since I was on my bike, I figured I'd nip out that way and save myself a few minutes.
Diagram of situation.
The main entrance/exit is way over to the left off the map.
I ride up the side road and am maybe 6 feet away from leaving the campus when one of our illustrious Rent-A-Cops steps in front of me and says "I'm sorry sir, but you can't go this way."
Me: Okay, I didn't know. I won't come this way again tomorrow, but I'm almost off the campus now.
Him: This is controlled access, you can't go this way.
Me: Right, but I already did.
Him: Sir, you're going to need to turn around. This is controlled access for the construction trucks. You can't be here.
Me: Okay, so you don't want people in the "Controlled Access" (he really liked saying this) area. I just went through it because I didn't know and you didn't notice me. Now I'm here, and I'm within spitting distance of the sidewalk and you're saying I have to turn around.
Him: Yes, this is a controlled access area.
Me: So, rather than just getting me off the controlled access area by the shortest route possible, you're going to send me back into it.......just on principle?
Him: *looks really pissed off*
Me: Can you tell me why, exactly?
Him: BECAUSE I SAID SO!
Me: Okay, have a good one. Keep up the good work. :laugh:
...and I turned around and rode back down through the controlled access thing.
Logic.....Cops.....never the two shall meet.
For whatever reason (I'd find out later), they had one of the side gates open. Since I was on my bike, I figured I'd nip out that way and save myself a few minutes.
Diagram of situation.
The main entrance/exit is way over to the left off the map.
I ride up the side road and am maybe 6 feet away from leaving the campus when one of our illustrious Rent-A-Cops steps in front of me and says "I'm sorry sir, but you can't go this way."
Me: Okay, I didn't know. I won't come this way again tomorrow, but I'm almost off the campus now.
Him: This is controlled access, you can't go this way.
Me: Right, but I already did.
Him: Sir, you're going to need to turn around. This is controlled access for the construction trucks. You can't be here.
Me: Okay, so you don't want people in the "Controlled Access" (he really liked saying this) area. I just went through it because I didn't know and you didn't notice me. Now I'm here, and I'm within spitting distance of the sidewalk and you're saying I have to turn around.
Him: Yes, this is a controlled access area.
Me: So, rather than just getting me off the controlled access area by the shortest route possible, you're going to send me back into it.......just on principle?
Him: *looks really pissed off*
Me: Can you tell me why, exactly?
Him: BECAUSE I SAID SO!
Me: Okay, have a good one. Keep up the good work. :laugh:
...and I turned around and rode back down through the controlled access thing.
Logic.....Cops.....never the two shall meet.