Saturday, July 05, 2003
broke ass & bust ass
Two of three escalators were shut down at the Dupont station when I came back from Dave’s today. Neither one was barricaded. I usually walk them when they’re working. Not working, it’s maybe twice the steps to the top.
It’s hard to work excersise into life so one must seek it out. 
I walk alot, and I like to move my furniture around, but that alone isn’t enough as the metabolism slows down.
one thing—I never look up more than 2 seconds total during an accent (teehee it sounds like i’m talking about Everest, melodrama! woo). The straight metal fettuccine design of the steps always give me vertigo, and I swear the angle of decent changes from time to time.
Today it’s almost 100 degrees and the air was like exhaust from a vacuum cleaner. I balanced between keeping either my thighs or lungs from feeling prohibitively tight. My alveoli began to close, taking that familiar stance where they cross their tiny arms, lower their heads into a sulk and look at me like I’m crazy (see illustration).
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When I got to the top, the path was blocked by an accordian metal barricade. A service person stood at the other set of stairs that were also stopped. People at the top looked at me.
I was already too busy lifting my second leg over the waist high block, keeping backpack, and two bags balanced to notice the maintenance person frowning at me. People smiled. A man on the sole moving escalator stepped off to my right and directed a “nice job!” at me. My shorts snagged on the metal.
I don’t embarrass easily which works out well.
I lifted myself off the metal fence and looked at ServiceMan.
me: “Sorry, it wasn’t blocked off at the bottom.”
him: “Next time you’ll have to go back down.”
me: laughter
He had a nearly French accent. I thought he was joking at first. Now I’m not sure. But he must have been. Why is walking on a stopped escalator TWICE better than walking on it once? seeelee man! hon hon hon! (laughing in accent)
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