Still, before failure could be officially declared, I did have to deal with the letting out guy, who was now — via the strange alchemy of direction and time — the letting in guy (promotion?). I constructed my question carefully to maximally minimize my chance of rejection.
“Is there any way for me to get to Terminal [whatever] besides going back in there?” I cannily inquired.
Naturally, there being no other way to get to Terminal Whatever (and it was this cavalier approach to terminals that led me to even be in this situation), the good-hearted gent would feel obliged to let me back in to this, my only way out.
But he didn’t.