cartalator

I had never been to a Target with a special escalator for carts until moving to St. Louis. Now, it doesn't sound like anything that special, but I have to admit that it makes me chuckle to watch people use the apparatus, especially for the first time. I used to be afraid of escalators when I was a wee one. In rural North Dakota, let's just say there weren't too many escalators for me to ride. In fact, I cannot think of one building in my town of about 2500 that had those moving stairs. One of my first escalator memories comes from the D.C. Metro. My family and I traveled to the Capital for my sixth birthday, and I can vividly remember staring up at the endless escalator stretching into the sky. Needless to say my fear soon turned into a joy after my dad lifted me up and put me on the beast. Then, I couldn't wait for the next ride. Funny how experience changes perception.

Boss's words of the day:
wicked cool