Because a certain type of person is fooled 100 percent of the time. I speed up the empty turnpike but still arrive 30 minutes late. I show ID to the complex guard; he makes a call, opens the gate. Good thing I was tardy. The driveway is full of cars, and I’d hate to be blocked in. I knock. A squirrelly kid, maybe 19 years old, opens the door. “You’re late,” he informs me. “But you can come in.