I R Baboon.

So the other day, after an semi-exhausting day of work, I clock off, go to the parking garage, and drive onto the 'Monthly/Prepaid' exit lane… As I rolled down my window and pulled out my keycard, the guard takes the keycard from my hand and waves it in front of my car. I was like, “whoa! how'd you do that?” half-joking but definitely amazed. The guy asks if I was new, and I was like, “er, not really” — so then he points to this thing on the ceiling of the garage: it was this huge freakin' receiver thingy for the keycard. It turns out, I didn't need to roll down my window and 'wave' the card over this yellow ticket kiosk cos this receiver thingy does the trick… DOH! Flash back to the 3 weeks prior wherein every single morning and evening, I'd furiously wave the darn keycard in front of the yellow kiosk thingy, utterly frustrated and baffled why the stupid arm won't lift up. The parking garage pwnz0red me. >_<