Therapy Of Choice

So after a day of dealing with, among other things, someone so cool they needed sunglasses in the most well-lit store in the mall, and someone whose VCR probably still blinks "12:00PM" eternally; I was on my way out of the mall when I came upon the escalators that went down to the first floor. Of course, the one going down was turned off, while the one that went from the ground floor to the top floor was still working. Hmm... I'm not one to like that old saw about 'Lemonade from lemons,' but....

I looked left. I looked right. I looked down the escalator and didn't see anyone coming anytime soon. Griiiiiiin.

Walk without rhythm... and you won't... attract... the worm.