Who Moved Their Cheese?

Got to observe some classic "who moved my cheese" moments this morning at the train station. For the last two months the Metra train station / ticketing office at the Route 59 stop has been under renovation. While the work was being done a trailer was pulled into the parking lot and set up as a temporary office.

This morning when walking up to the train station platform I noticed that the stairs and wheelchair ramp had been dismantled from the temporary office - thus making it nearly impossible for anyone to gain entry into the trailer. All the lumber they had used to build these access points had been stacked in front of one of the doors. When I saw all this my first thought was, "Oh, they've started dismantling this temporary office. They must have finished working on the ticket offic and people can go back to using it now."

Apparently this progression of logical deduction is lost on a number of people. I watched person after person, man and woman, walk up to the stack of lumber, stair up at the door they could no longer reach, and then look around lost. I even observed a woman climb up the stack of wood (in heels no-less) and try to open the door. Good god! How do these people function?