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Married to Night Train
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- Salford, UK
Opposite my flat is an ex-brewery/warehouse which has been converted into flats, some residential, some holiday lets. They have a big gate across the carpark (with a keypad on it) and a little pedestrian gate beside it. The lock on the pedestrian gate is broken, so it stands permanently open.
We collect recycling from there on a Tuesday. A while back, I had to also deliver some letters about the change to collections over Xmas, and found that the door into the building is locked, and all the letterboxes are inside. As I stood there, baffled, a couple of residents came back, and I was able to give them the leaflets to leave inside. I made a remark about the inconvenience of the locked door and the lady said something about how they ought to fix the pedestrian gate. I pointed out that, since the keypad on the car gate doesn't work properly, and the only way for us to open it to access the carpark is to walk in through the ped gate and come in and press the button inside, then if it was locked, we couldn't collect the recycling. She huffed a bit and mentioned 'security'. I pointed out that I lived over the road, and made do with the normal device of a front door for security. She seemed astonished, although perhaps more so at the realisation that she lived opposite her binman.
This is a very quiet little street in the city centre. I've never felt at risk, not even when I had a drug dealer living in the next flat!
In any one week, we have to use a dozen different codes just to access binstores. People seem to be afraid that plebs might steal their rubbish.
We collect recycling from there on a Tuesday. A while back, I had to also deliver some letters about the change to collections over Xmas, and found that the door into the building is locked, and all the letterboxes are inside. As I stood there, baffled, a couple of residents came back, and I was able to give them the leaflets to leave inside. I made a remark about the inconvenience of the locked door and the lady said something about how they ought to fix the pedestrian gate. I pointed out that, since the keypad on the car gate doesn't work properly, and the only way for us to open it to access the carpark is to walk in through the ped gate and come in and press the button inside, then if it was locked, we couldn't collect the recycling. She huffed a bit and mentioned 'security'. I pointed out that I lived over the road, and made do with the normal device of a front door for security. She seemed astonished, although perhaps more so at the realisation that she lived opposite her binman.
This is a very quiet little street in the city centre. I've never felt at risk, not even when I had a drug dealer living in the next flat!
In any one week, we have to use a dozen different codes just to access binstores. People seem to be afraid that plebs might steal their rubbish.