Gone to Restroom

So I went to visit Karis and the Almys at the hospital the other night. I stayed for about an hour, and when it was time to leave, it was dark outside. The hospital is not in the best neighborhood; I happen to work there, and we are always getting emails about burglaries. I walked quickly to my car and pulled up to the guard shack to pay. When I found a dollar bill in my wallet, I looked up to give it to the parking attendant. Only there was no parking attendant. The guard shack was empty. I noticed a piece of paper stuck to the shack window, so I leaned out to read it: "Gone to Restroom. Be Right Back". What????  You're kidding, right? Am I on candid camera? Can they do this to me? Aren't they supposed to empty their bladders before their shift, avoid excessive liquid intake, and leave only in extreme emergencies after calling for backup? Surely you can't just leave a parking lot full of people trapped behind a wooden gate arm. And yet, gate guard, I think you just did. So what do I do? Sitting here behind this gate while the guard goes pee pee and grabs a coke and maybe takes a smoke break on the tobacco free campus is not an option. We are in Jackson Mississippi. The crime rate is outrageous, it is nighttime, I am a girl, I am by myself, and I don't have a gun. How do I get out of here? Can I make it around the closed gate arm? Oooh, that would be sneaky. I wonder if I will get caught on a security camera. I'm eyeballing it. I think my little car can fit. I hesitate, but only for a second. Here goes....slowly, slowly...don't hit the gate...or the curb....a little further...yep, made it. So maybe I owe the gate guard a dollar, but maybe I don't because he broke the social contract between us when he left me alone to fend for myself in that parking lot. Gone to Restroom. Be Right Back? Leave at your own risk, gate guard. I do not to pause in scary places for potty breaks.