This morning I had to walk over to the GA Dome to pick up Jack’s tix for the NCAA dealie.
This is a picture of the escalator that attempted to assassinate me as I carried out my mission.
One might think that 18 years in Anchorage would have taught me how to walk in the aftermath of a snowfall, but there are no outdoor escalators in my former home. It probably doesn’t help that I was walking instead of letting the contraption do all the work for me. In clogs.
Hey, I never said I was bright OR coordinated.