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I had visions of tripping as I got on the escalator because of the changing depth of each step. I had visions of tripping as I got on because I couldn’t run fast enough to actually get up the down escalator. I had visions of my back pack strap getting stuck in the grooves of the steps thus dragging me kicking and screaming back in the direction I had come – although I have no idea how this would even be possible. I had visions of someone trying to get on headed in the right direction while I was going in the wrong direction and thus having to abandon my efforts. I had visions of the security guards taking me away in handcuffs while I protested that it was the delay that precipitated this…um…dedication.
Well, none of these things happened. I just got out of breath and had a little fun to pass the time…um…I mean, I was so dedicated I just had to continue my walking exercise while waiting, and waiting, and waiting for my plane to board.
Crazy, nutsy, as always. Love you, dear niece!
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