I like rugs where they lie. They’re great to wipe your feet on, keep the room warm, brighten the place up a bit, bring the room together. I can deal with one being pulled out from under me every so often, but I get tired of hopping when it’s done constantly.
Next thing in my life that doesn’t throw a curveball or a change-up gets a cookie. I don’t care if it’s the El, I will crumble that cookie up and feed it to the air vents, no matter how little the management appreciates it.
Hope you folks have some sanity in your day.