HUMP Day Haiku
My daughter and I enjoyed a day together at the Northwest Flower
and Garden Show in Seattle last week. Held in the Convention Center,
there are at least three floors of escalators that take you up to the Show
level. Being the country bumpkin that I am, I was unaware that such a thing
as “escalator etiquette” exists. I’m very cautious when I “board” and “exit” one,
hanging onto the railing and never moving from my boarding spot. After
viewing the display gardens, we boarded the escalator to go down to Moby’s
for lunch. Katy was on the right; I got on a step or two behind her, clinging to
the left. A woman approached from behind and asked if we would move so
she could get by. I gave her request a nano-second’s thought and,
standing firmly in my spot, answered “no.” As she squeezed between us
I mumbled something about being an old lady, unsteady on my feet, etc.
When she got off at the bottom, she turned to us as if she wanted to
make a stink. Katy said, “Don’t even start.” The woman turned away,
took a step or two, then faced us again. Pointing her finger, Katy said,
“No! I said Don’t. Even. Start.” The woman turned away, flipped us off
and strode down the remaining flights of escalators. Lessons learned:
1) keep to the right so walkers can pass on the left
2) my daughter is all the protection I need in the big city!
escalator ride
proved dangerous for me
daughter protected
