I showered and got ready, in preparation for heading to Chinese for lunch before they switched to dinner... then heading to the mall for DDR.
When I got out to my garage, there was a notice that hadn't been there yesterday - the office lost track of all garages... again.
They changed the access code. I couldn't get in. I couldn't get to my car.
They Stole My Car
I was so completely enraged that I just stood there. Then I tried some other codes. Then I called the office and left a nasty-ish message. Then I walked to the office and spoke to the only person there. I kept somewhat calm, even though I was shaking with anger. They had to call their boss and page maintenance.
So I came home to wait. And wrote an email to the property owner company in some other state.
And now there's no way I can get there in time.
And I'm sitting here stewing, unable to get to my car.
This is the kind of thing that I can see myself going postal over.