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 exercise into life so one must seek it out. :P I walk a lot, 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).
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)
I was in India before. My family and I were. We went to Chennai because we wanted to see an Indian shopping mall, and there aren’t many in India. Even though we’d been there for two months we hadn’t seen one. We found the shopping mall and there were about ten shops and one escalator. There wasn’t much to buy, but it was filled with people. People were really frightened by the escalator, because there aren’t many of those in India either. Old people would be dragged onto it by their family. And everyone who stepped on would almost fall over backwards as they started to move. We thought it was funny, so we stopped and watched people get on it for about 10 minutes. Person after person, hopping on, almost falling over. For 10 straight minutes. It was the best.
you exculator story reminds me of once when myself and two friends went to a shopping centre late at night, we were going to the supermarket to get sugary goodies or something and for some reason we had parked five levels above where we were going so we walk to the doors of the shopping centre and noticed one was open, so we went in and saw similar barricades and such infront of the exculators - or travelators, the flat ones, anyway so we were walking down to the supermarket, it was very hard because we kept coming to dead ends where the security people had placed baricades - the larger fence type ones - anyway eventually a security man came up and asked us how we got in, as ‘this area has been sealed off’ and so we explained we got in through the open door. the security man felt a little silly as it was probably his job to lock the doors.. he kept up his security man attitude though and motioned us through to the supermarket.
Ryan, that’s so funny (hopefully not too mean to laugh at people). I love being reminded of the ‘modern’ things I take for granted. I would have stopped and watched too.
Erin, i really feel for security folks because they usually have really lonely and boring jobs. But I hate the side effect that makes them, often, go on little power trips. They’re either rude, won’t say hi, or just kinda grouchy. In the building where I work there’s a lot of security. One lady is super super friendly. The others ignore you. There are 2 male guards who are big on the eyeballing of the ladies. I’m always like “shit, i wore a skirt” as I walk by. Feels like he’s about to offer me candy ;)
i had a friend who was a security guard at the local shopping centre, she was going out with a girl from a coffee shop. anyway, whenever i was at the shops with my girlfriend the male guards would always radio to tell her about the ‘two girls out near the fountain’ so she’d wander down and then radio the guys back telling them to f.off because she knew us. men find amusement in the smallest things.
i laugh!!!!!!!! hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha(wheeze wheeze)
i laugh too hahahahahahahahahahahahaha!(wheeze wheeze)
i feel sorry 4 all u asmatic i have relatives with bad cases of asthma so i know wat condition u are in sorry for all the weasing u do i hope u sort it all out
:> :> :> nice
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