Terminal

Up at 4.00 a.m. to travel to Inverness. This is at the terminal at Scrabster. The woman sat within the automatic door sensor range so that they kept opening and shutting, letting in gusts of snow-laden wind. Everyone was too polite to go over and say...'haw hen, gaunny move?' Come to think of it, there was a guy at Stromness did the same thing.
Don't they notice there's no-one coming in or out? Do they think there are ghosts entering and egressing? That's just daft; the sensors can't pick up ghosts.