Today I did something a little cray. I accidentally stood right behind someone on the escalator. Like alllllll up in her grill girl. Not a step in between. Just right behind her. Like I owned the place. It was totally unintentional- I just misread the escalator step proximity (a nervous affair at the best of times) and there I was. I felt like I was breathing on her. I felt like she was breathing on me. There was a lot of breath. We both knew it was uncomfortable, but I couldn’t move, she couldn’t move and for that seventeen seconds of escalator ride pleasure, it was as if we were one. we were one.