I was just outside and politely asked a little boy on the other side of my building's parking gate to not tie a string around the gate at the point where it slides open and closed.
He asked me why the gate was there in the first place.
I shrugged and gave him my brilliant grown-up answer: that's the way they made it. After that he went away.
I'm sure he just a curious little boy and yet, I still think that Good Gates Make Good Neighbors.
Perhaps this is why:
Enter Ye Through the Narrow Gate