I was going to our storage space to pick up some stuff. When I got to the keypad for the gate, I tried what I thought the code was, but no dice. After a few tries, I called my wife to see if she knew the code. While I was calling, someone pulled up behind me in a truck. To keep from holding them up, I pulled out of the way while we talked.
After he had gone through, I pulled back up to the keypad, and entered the code. The gate had not closed in the interval, but the keypad indicated it accepted the code. I went ahead and pulled through.
While I was passing the truck, the guy honked at me. I stopped, rolled down the window and said “Yes sir?”
“You’re not supposed to piggyback!”
“Yeah, I entered my code in after you did.” (and I thought: “Plus, I don’t give a fuck!”)
Then I pulled away, grabbed what I came for from the storage unit, and drove home.
When I got home, my wife met me at the door, acting worried. Apparently, I had not hung up the phone when I was done talking, and she heard me tell the guy “Plus, I don’t give a fuck!” at the same volume I had said the rest.
I seriously wonder who’s in the driver’s seat of my consciousness sometimes.