Coming home off the Metro tonight I found myself gliding down the escalator a few steps behind a rather stout young gentleman who seemed to be enjoying whatever tunes were grooving into his headphones; I didn’t really care since I’m fine to just fucking stand on an escalator - if God wanted us to walk stairs he would’ve invented stairs, people - but a lady came bouncing down past me to my left and was eager to get past said young gentleman in front of me.
He either had no idea she was there or didn’t care but he didn’t move aside to let her go by so she had to just stand there and watch him groove along, feeling helpless but knowing in a matter of about 6 seconds the escalator ride, and any frustrations, would be over.
Then he got to the end of the escalator where his already-impressively-haunchy lower body haunched down a little more as he seemed to lock down on something while staring straight ahead, and I watched him suddenly sprint straight ahead through the Metro exit, across an entire parking lot, past a huge office building and into the woods.
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