When I was working in taxes my mom brought down my uncle’s car – a very old Cadillac. It was from the snow country so it had its rusty spots. While driving through the gates and guards you had to stop and show ID to get in. One night I was driving through in my sturdy Cadillac when one of the headlights fell off – right by the guard station. I stopped the car and got out. The guard picked up the headlight and put it in the back seat and told me to go in.
The next time I came through, they flagged me through without stopping. I guess they were concerned about what else would drop off! I think I was the only one able to drive through security without stopping each time I went to work.