I had just gone up about the equivalent of 90 stories of stairs and someone had the audacity to tell me in a sign what not to do. Am I a child? Do I need a sign to be told what should not be done? Who do they think they are? In the end to keep harmony and peace I wimped out. I didn’t sprint up the final five flights of stairs! The sign said, “Don’t run!” I was disappointed because if the sign had not been there I would have loped up like a gazelle.