She paused at the gate. Really? They needed an intercom all the way out here in the country? It seemed ridiculous to her but the way her day was going meant it earned only a quick eye roll.
“Um, this is Theresa Crawley, here for the int..”
The buzzer cut her off and she pulled the door towards her several times before discovering it was a push. As she walked the long path to the oversized front door Theresa decided that all signs were pointing towards this being not only a bad idea, but a rather terrible one that meant the loss of an entire afternoon not to mention her bus fare.