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miladycarol Aug. 19th, 2003 06:42 pm)
I'm not big for elevators. If I have the time, I have been known to climb 36 floors of stairs to get to a friend's apartment. This was back east, of course.
Escalators always scared me as a child. I remember imagining them sucking me under the metal slat at the top if I didn't jump off in time. It always reminded me of being sucked into the jowls of a horrible serpent, unsuspecting shoppers who weren't paying attention and leapt off at the appropriate time would be sucked under and never heard from again. I still handle escalators with caution and can be seen leaping off rather than stepping elegantly at the top.
Welcome to the 4th level of my personal hell. Please keep your arms and legs within your cars as our tour proceeds. We are not held responsible for lost limbs, though you may find them in the lost and found section of Limbo if you make it out again. Thank you. Signed, the management.