Parking Garage Etiquette

I work in a mid-rise building. There is a parking garage attached for all us salary drones to park in. Since this is LA, I drive by myself to work each day and park there.

This morning, there was quite the backup to get in. Everybody got to wait a few minutes.

I watched a young lady (I will be polite here and give her the benefit of the doubt) who had been waiting for a bit pull up to the entry driveway. As she approached the gate, she suddenly realized that she needed her parking card. Oh! What a surprise!

It took her another minute of rooting around in her car to find the thing. Then - wait, you'll like this part - she had to roll down the window. And put the card in the little slot! This is all so new! What will they think of next?

In the meantime, the entire block was gridlocked - people trying to get into the garage, people trying to pull into traffic from curbside, people who had the misfortune of turning down that particular block at that particular moment, and the normal smattering of clueless pedestrians, who I will complain about some other time.

Yes, I know that it probably only added a minute or two to my nearly-an-hour commute. But she still should have had her card ready. At least.