The repair shop I take my car to as a drive-in intake bay that temporarily holds up to three cars in series while service advisors talk to customers and enter into computers what needs to be done before taking the cars out the other end of the bay to the lot to wait to be serviced. The intake bay has an overhead door that opens automatically when a car pulls up to it. The door is clear plexiglass, so it’s easy for a driver to see if there is room in the bay to pull in before actually pulling up to the door and opening it.
This morning I pull in and take the third and last spot in the intake bay. I get out of my car and see that there are only two service advisors working, so it’s going to be a bit of a wait. Almost immediately a guy pulls up to the overhead door behind me, opening it, and just parks there waiting with the door open. The door waits a few seconds, starts to close, but sees that there is still a car parked in front of it, so immediately reopens. The guy keeps his car parked there. The door keeps repeating this stuttering closing/opening. The guy keeps his car parked there. There is plenty of space for him to back up. It’s 6°F (-14°C) this morning. The service advisors visibly sigh and pull on their coats. I grin wryly and shake my head at the guy. He sees all this. He does not back up.
I tell one of the service advisors that when the guy does finally get to pull in, they should keep the door open while he’s being processed. She laughs, but ultimately doesn’t do it. I leave unsatisfied. They will probably call me shortly to tell me my car needs $1,000 in repairs.