I didn’t know escalators got hungry!!  I thought they were just – well – escalators.  If I had known they were MONSTERS I could have given them the gluten-free brownies that I accidentally overcooked.  Yeah – that would have appeased their appetite for SURE!

But my toe?  I imagine that my toe does not taste good. Unless of course you are an escalator with the taste for blood.

One guess at which type of escalator monster I encountered today at Central Station.

Did you guess the blood-thirsty kind?  Good jarb!  I think you must be a genius.

It’s not that I’m ungraceful or anything.  Sure I don’t have a graceful bone in my body and that could be seen by SOME as ungraceful but it takes talent to trip UP an escalator.  I mean, you know, anyone can fall DOWN an escalator but how many people do you know that can fall UP one?

Me. 

So there I was, la-di-da-ing to my ipod, climbing the escalator when OOPS! my flip-flop got caught and I tripped UP the escalator.  OUCH!  Those escalators have a nasty bite.  I recovered quickly OF COURSE.  I may not have the everyday grace thing down but I sure do have a graceful recovery.  I went along my merry way as if nothing had ever happened.

A few steps later though my foot started sliding in my flip flop.  Hmm.  That’s weird.  I took a few more steps.  No I definitely wasn’t imagining it.  OK FINE!  I couldn’t pretend it didn’t really happen any longer.  I looked down at my foot.

Gulp!  It was blood that my foot was sliding on.

Time for a little bandaid detour.

I got to the ticket window (by this time my entire flip flop was covered in blood) and asked for a bandaid.  The man behind the counter said he’d have to call the first aid attendant first.  I looked at him and said, “That’s fine but do you have a napkin or paper towel in the meantime?”  He replied, “I’m going to have to call the first aid attendant first.”

Typical.

I smiled.  “Ok,” I said, “But just so you know my blood is spilling all over your floor.”  That got a response.

An hour later (after meeting with the first aid attendant, having my toenail taped back on, and filling out an incident report) I limped out of the train station – late to class – again.  I HATE being late to class.