Why is it that some people have a dissability when getting onto escelators? Every morning in Penn Station, as I am half asleep, carrying my coffee with too little cream and too much sugar because NY Dunkin Donuts just don't care enough about the right mixture, I make my way to the exit with all of the other under caffinated, mindless, drones. For some reason I always get behind the guy who thinks that getting on the escelator takes exemplary motor skills. These people act like they're testing the water in a pool, sticking their toe out slowly until they deam it safe to step onto a platform moving at a brisk 1/2 mile an hour.
This is probably the same guy that walks slow in front of me on the sidewalk. I hate him.
1 comment:
I am married to a very similar escalator offender. It's quite entertaining as they are entering final approach to yell, "not that one, Christ not that one!!!!!"
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