The other day, I’m riding the train, and the conductor comes on very upset, trying to get the guy in the back of the train to let the car doors close.  Guy in the back must not be because the train conductor keeps barking at him.  Anyway, finally the dude lets the door close, and then the conductor comes back on & is like, “This is a promise to you.  If you hold the doors open again, I will skip a station.  And it might be your station.”

Three things with that.  One: he can’t do that.  Two: even if he could do that, he would have no way of knowing which station would affect that guy, which is what he himself is admitting when he says it “might” be your station.  Three: his whole empty threat comes off as like a parent from that show, The Nanny, who has utterly lost control of their kids.

“Don’t you walk between the cars.  I will turn this train around.  I don’t care if that might be physically impossible because we’re on tracks.  Look.  You can do what you want when you have your own underground maze of tunnels and transportation vehicles, but until then you’re gonna follow my rules.  Now.  Please let go of the doors.  Please.  Cmon.  Cmon.  Please cmon.”