Predatory Stairs: You’re Probably Underestimating That Escalator
For years I’ve worked high traffic customer service jobs. This, combined with a tendency towards obsessive behaviors, has led me to a worry that’s bordering on pathological.
I’m worried about you.
I’ve seen you casually texting on, letting your kids sit on, running up on, blocking people on, and on, and on…the escalator.
You’re stressing me out.
If I had a choice of which character from a Kevin Smith movie to emulate I would chose the talented, sexually secure, way too good for Ben Affleck anyway Alyssa from Chasing Amy.
But here I am stuck being Brodie from Mallrats. Screaming at you to get your damn kid off the escalator.
Three years ago the staff newsletter at my job was left in the care of someone apprehensive about the added responsibility.
Unsure if he had enough potential writers he emailed me.
What sort of topics would I be interested in writing about?
