Yesterday morning was a surprisingly quiet commute into work. None of the usual characters to be seen, just lots of people behaving normally, reading or quietly chatting. I can't remember the last time that happened!
But for all you who love to read about the Train People, do not fear, I instead can bring you tales of one of their close cousins, the Station Folk.
One of the most annoying of this species are the poor souls who cannot use an escalator, despite travelling every day. I call them the Eh?scalators. They approach the escalator with extreme caution, eyeing it as if it were an undercover assassin with the sole mission of exterminating them. They stand warily at the bottom of the escalator, their foot hovering over the rolling steps, as they wait for a less suspicious step. They're oblivious to the queue of people bunched up behind them. Eventually, they spot a step that seems safe, and they move on to the escalator. All is well, isn't it? No, it's not. They realise it's still not safe, so they move one foot back so they can balance over two steps. This usually means their bag hits you in the face, as again they're oblivious to anyone behind them. Now all is well, isn't it? No, because now they have to get off again...
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