My many unpleasant traits all boil down to impatience.
Too close to the baggage carousel. I can’t remember the last time I waited for a pedestrian light to turn green. I often invent bizarre mishaps to avoid waiting in line. May I order my cold beer before you? ”
I know I’ll never see heaven. But perhaps I’m already in hell – a famous story, it’s other people. More specifically, these are the people who stand on the right side of the escalator and cannot move.
In my utopian fantasies, escalator passing lanes are only available to those who value speed. The person with Allegro will start walking right away. People who read the word “mankind” and think it’s track and field.
Because I’m crazy and have to go up the escalator two steps at a time. This is because during my desperate years growing up, I learned the term “incidental movement” and now consider any staircase to be an aerobic challenge.
When you are on the escalator, you want to be freed from the burden of your sins. I am a rabbit climbing a polka dot hill filled with daffodils. i am rocky Run up those steps with all your mightthe cheers of 800 happy children echoed in my ears. Unfortunately, my path is blocked by stragglers, stragglers, luggage bags and errant limbs. My merry foxtrot becomes a funeral dirge. Suddenly we become lambs to the slaughter.
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Please increase the tempo. I have a puppy to take care of.
