My sister and I get the giggles about stuff. Stupid stuff, mainly, but especially stuff that humiliates either the one or the other, sort of stuff. You know the stuff?
One such time I still cannot help but snort at even to this day. Seriously, if I were attending a funeral
One such time I still cannot help but snort at even to this day. Seriously, if I were attending a funeral
and she looked at me and asked “Do you remember the escalator?”, I would have to bury my face in the kneeling cushion of the pew. Not that she would, it would be most inappropriate….
It all developed when I was living in Spain and she came to visit. We went shopping. We were in a mighty big shopping centre with the usual escalators. Now, the escalators in Spain are on sensors. Therefore, if no one is using them, they stop. As soon as you step onto them, they start. Simple, but effective. It was pretty quiet, so this one was stopped. We stepped onto it, as normal, and it didn’t start. Oh, well, we must have thought, must be broken, so we carried on up the *stairs* we shall now have to ingeniously call them, with my kin several steps ahead of me.
As she stepped off the threshold of the escalator, it fired up! We were going *UP* the *DOWN* escalator and she’d passed the sensor. I screamed, really loudly. I was being carried down, away from my sibling, maniacally trying to run up the, now, fluid stairs, desperately trying to reach the top. What did I think was going to happen?! Did I think I was being dragged down into the depths of hell? My sister, on the other hand, was doubled up at the top of the stairs, holding herself, trying not to pee, as the tears are streaming down her *butt-ugly face* (Grrrr).
Suddenly, it dawned on me just to allow myself to go down, then come up the other, correct, side. Clever girl. As I stepped off the bottom step and climbed onto the correct side, it lifted me up to my ever laughing, now not breathing, sister.
All the way home, on the train, it was so full, we had to sit opposite one another. We kept glancing at each other and bursting out laughing, winning some very strange looks from the commuters. My cheeks hurt by the end of the day…...Yes, I remember the escalator….
It all developed when I was living in Spain and she came to visit. We went shopping. We were in a mighty big shopping centre with the usual escalators. Now, the escalators in Spain are on sensors. Therefore, if no one is using them, they stop. As soon as you step onto them, they start. Simple, but effective. It was pretty quiet, so this one was stopped. We stepped onto it, as normal, and it didn’t start. Oh, well, we must have thought, must be broken, so we carried on up the *stairs* we shall now have to ingeniously call them, with my kin several steps ahead of me.
As she stepped off the threshold of the escalator, it fired up! We were going *UP* the *DOWN* escalator and she’d passed the sensor. I screamed, really loudly. I was being carried down, away from my sibling, maniacally trying to run up the, now, fluid stairs, desperately trying to reach the top. What did I think was going to happen?! Did I think I was being dragged down into the depths of hell? My sister, on the other hand, was doubled up at the top of the stairs, holding herself, trying not to pee, as the tears are streaming down her *butt-ugly face* (Grrrr).
Suddenly, it dawned on me just to allow myself to go down, then come up the other, correct, side. Clever girl. As I stepped off the bottom step and climbed onto the correct side, it lifted me up to my ever laughing, now not breathing, sister.
All the way home, on the train, it was so full, we had to sit opposite one another. We kept glancing at each other and bursting out laughing, winning some very strange looks from the commuters. My cheeks hurt by the end of the day…...Yes, I remember the escalator….