So, I’m in the train station today, right, and I’m waiting for my train. I get myself a sandwich and head over to the far part of the waiting room and sit down on the floor against the wall to eat. No one really walks by that part of the station so I’m not in the way of any pedestrian traffic. Not three minutes later and who comes along to bust my chops… a security guard. You know, one of these rent-a-cops who think that their fluorescent yellow vest makes them a general in the military. He says, “You gotta stand up. You’re not allowed to sit on the floor.” And he walks away. So I’m sitting there thinking, “Why not?” But he’s already off protecting the station from terrorists or something really important like that. I thought about either just sitting there and finishing my sandwich or following him and asking the specific reason why I’m not allowed to sit on the floor and insisting to see this rule in writing, but I didn’t want to end up strip searched in some secret back room. I did, after all, have a train to catch in 10 minutes. I mean, ‘no smoking’ I understand. It’s written on the goddamn walls. But ‘no sitting on the floor’? Come on! So I head over to the information counter and ask the little beardy guy, “Hey, do you know if you’re allowed to sit on the floor here in the station? I mean, is it illegal or something?” He says to me, “No, it’s not illegal. But… well, I mean, I’ve seen people sitting on the floor before. If they’re not in the way of people passing by there shouldn’t be any problem. But if you run into a security guard who feels like busting some chops, he’s gonna make you get up.” “But there’s no rule or sign or law saying that you can’t sit on the floor, though. Right?”, I ask. “No, I guess not.” That’s what I thought. Stupid security guard.