Five-Hundred Word Challenge 103: A thing that happened on Sunday

An interesting thing happened to me on Sunday.

I was at a train station with my food shopping.
I took a few pictures of train tracks for my next submission into “Monochrome Madness” using my phone (as my camera is in the shop once again, or still, if I have mentioned anything about it since the start of March).

I first had one station agent come up to me telling me that I could not cross the yellow line.

I was crouching down and leaning slightly forward, but my centre of gravity was lower as I was not leaning too far forward.
He warned me that a train could come along and it was a safety concern.

Whilst he was correct, I told him I was fine and was just taking a picture of the tracks.
Besides which, at the station I was doing this, there was not going to be a train on that side of the platform for another ten to fifteen minutes and non-stopping trains don’t pass through there either.

Well, to be fair, it would be better for me to say that I’ve ever seen any non-stopping trains pass through there.

Anyway, another station agent came up and told me that I was not allowed to take photos on the platform as it was illegal due to security reasons.
I said that it was public property and there was nothing wrong with what I was doing.
He told me that it was illegal due to security reasons.

I said that there was nothing wrong with what I was doing.
I told him I was just taking a picture of the section of track that was directly in front of me.

He told me that it was illegal due to security reasons and if I continued he would call the police.

I told him I wasn’t going to blow up the station and that there was nothing wrong with what I was doing.

I tried to show him the picture I took to show him how harmless it was but he wouldn’t look.

He again told me that if I continued he would call the police.

I had stopped taking picture before the first time.

After a bit more back-and-forth, he repeated the “continue… police” bit again.

I was walking away by this point.

Now, it turns out that it is not actually illegal to take photos at a train station.

You need to ask for permission first and you’ll either be told you can and given a tag (perhaps with a form to fill out as well), or refused.

I found out on the internet and confirmed it at Town Hall station when I arrived there to change to a bus to head home and also talk to the station attendant there.

I have no problem with asking for permission, but I do take offense to having police action used as a threat or warning, because it’s a rather extreme reaction considering what I was doing.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 10:48:73

A bit slower, but that’s because I have been fairly quiet here.

Oh well.

Now, with all of this being said, I have to point out that the tone of the guy was also pretty unpleasant.
He also didn’t advise me of permission being required.
I was fairly calm throughout the whole thing, so I’m happy about that.

Also, what I wrote isn’t verbatim, but it’s pretty close.

Written from my”new” desk at home.

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About stupidityhole

I'm some guy that does stuff. The standards. Creating amazing effigies, scaling mountains using my feet only and replacing the very fabric of reality. Serious time! I enjoy writing. I make music in some of my spare time. Currently working somewhat full time and studying as well. Also working on self-improvement. Hoping to one day fill the internet with enough insane ramblings to impress a cannibal rat ship. I have a page called MS Paint Masterpieces that you may be interested in checking out.
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