Fleeting Thoughts of a Grumpy Wasp Girl (or, don't stand in my way at the escalator!)

So much for my New Year's resolution to stop scowling so much.  But can you blame me?  I have to commute by bus and train every day, and the Chicago Transit Authority is guaranteed to put a frown on my face, rain or shine.  Today's gripe: commuters who choose to stand on the escalator, when the rest of us are trying to get to work on time.  (It's only about 20 steps, people. Remember that resolution you made to get more exercise?  Well, now is your chance!  It's called walking!)

Here's a bonus impatient-me-at-escalator story: I almost knocked Rod Stewart down a couple of years ago while I was shopping at 900 N. Michigan.  Emerging from Bloomingdale's, I passed a leggy blonde ("Wow, that woman is really tall!") with a baby stroller, then almost ran into an older blond guy just hanging out at the top of the escalator, waiting for the rest of the family (Penny Lancaster and son Alistair) to catch up.  The thing that stopped me was his spiky hair, sticking out like porcupine quills.  ("Wow, that guy has Rod Stewart hair... oh, wait...").  Rod sort of shuffled out of my way and I murmured an apology as I slipped by him. 

I didn't look back to see what sort of scowl he was sporting.