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Where I work, there's only one escalator, and it goes up, but some people, kids especially, seem to like walking down the damn thing!
So one Sunday (two weeks ago I think, I can't remember, but an incident today made me remember the events) some of the 'Sunday regulars' as I call them (politely known as 'Irish travellers') decide to do just that. These kids are the kind where you've got to let them have it with both barrels otherwise they don't pay you attention.
It should be noted that when I'm telling someone not to get down the escalator, I do speak harshly, then calm down once they get off, except this time.
Me-
B1- The one who actually walked down the escalator, boy in his tweens/early teens
G- his female friend
B2- A vocal friend
LP: Security guard, short white New Yorker and full of awesome.
There was another boy, but he kept his mouth shut.
Me: Oi! If you want to go down, go down the stairs!
B1: I'm just waiting for my friends to come up.
Me: Then do it away from the escalator.
(his friends come up, and he grumbles as he sits on the display premier seat)
Me: (getting all of their attention) Listen, I don't say these things for the good of my health, I'm telling you this because-
G: I didn't do anything!
Me: I'm talking to all of you about this to make sure no one does it. Now, the reason I spoke out about this is-
B2: He's the one who did it!
Me: I'm telling all of you for future reference (indicate the area where the brainstem and the spinal chord meet on my head) this area is actually pretty vulnerable. If you slipped and one of those jagged edges hit that area, what do you think would happen?
(the group goes silent)
Me: Exactly. Kaput. Dead.
LP: You know your friend who decided to slide down the banister? He's lucky he only got off with a dislocated shoulder, that stunt could've broken his neck too!
Me: Well said, we want everyone to be safe, and if it means spelling out that what you're doing is dangerous, then we're going to do it. All right?
(the group mumble a general chorus of agreement)
Me: Good.
So one Sunday (two weeks ago I think, I can't remember, but an incident today made me remember the events) some of the 'Sunday regulars' as I call them (politely known as 'Irish travellers') decide to do just that. These kids are the kind where you've got to let them have it with both barrels otherwise they don't pay you attention.
It should be noted that when I'm telling someone not to get down the escalator, I do speak harshly, then calm down once they get off, except this time.
Me-
B1- The one who actually walked down the escalator, boy in his tweens/early teens
G- his female friend
B2- A vocal friend
LP: Security guard, short white New Yorker and full of awesome.
There was another boy, but he kept his mouth shut.
Me: Oi! If you want to go down, go down the stairs!
B1: I'm just waiting for my friends to come up.
Me: Then do it away from the escalator.
(his friends come up, and he grumbles as he sits on the display premier seat)
Me: (getting all of their attention) Listen, I don't say these things for the good of my health, I'm telling you this because-
G: I didn't do anything!
Me: I'm talking to all of you about this to make sure no one does it. Now, the reason I spoke out about this is-
B2: He's the one who did it!
Me: I'm telling all of you for future reference (indicate the area where the brainstem and the spinal chord meet on my head) this area is actually pretty vulnerable. If you slipped and one of those jagged edges hit that area, what do you think would happen?
(the group goes silent)
Me: Exactly. Kaput. Dead.
LP: You know your friend who decided to slide down the banister? He's lucky he only got off with a dislocated shoulder, that stunt could've broken his neck too!
Me: Well said, we want everyone to be safe, and if it means spelling out that what you're doing is dangerous, then we're going to do it. All right?
(the group mumble a general chorus of agreement)
Me: Good.
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