Got into Portland last night and I am slowly transitioning into Christmas mode thanks to my sister’s Christmas tree and abundance of nog in her fridge.
Something happened last night that answered one of the burning questions I’ve had since childhood. For as long as I can remember, I have always wondered what would happen if an escalator stopped moving with people on it. Last night at PDX, my question was answered. Two escalators were moving in parallel, and each was fairly packed with tired travelers, as it was almost midnight. Suddenly, the escalator next to me stopped. It didn’t slowly grind to a halt. It just stopped.
There were yelps, and inertia caused everyone to jolt forward, but everyone caught themselves. I was kind of smiling, realizing I’d waited my whole life for this. The result was far less catastrophic than I always imagined.
