There was this poor man at the train station whose only job was to try to enforce some sort of line at the ticket counter-- a cultural warrior of sorts.
He mostly was a physical barrier, constantly running from one post to another to defend against a breech of the borders.
I did my best to respect his authority, to follow what I learned in Kindergarten about lining up. But so many people budged me from behind or infiltrated by ducking under the barriers that eventually it became clear that I was going to miss my train so I boarded without a ticket and paid the extra fee.
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