Elevators? No problem with them. Moving sidewalks at airports? I sort of get those. Can't have OJ Simpson hurtling you with a machete while you're trying to untie your shoes, undo your belt and make sure you removed all the weed particles from the corners of your carry-on bag on the way to your gate.

But escalators? Come on. Is Orange Julius going to run out of oranges if you stroll up the normal stairs instead of standing still on the future stairs? Are you carrying so much crap with you that you physically cannot lift your trembling hocks up a few inches a few dozen times? No, you and everyone else that ever went to a mall bought zero to three items, at least one of which will need to be returned or exchanged. Having a hard time wrapping this one up here, but take a look at the lady in this picture. Came to this country looking for a better life and look what the escalator did to her meaty foot, err...neck.

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