Sunday, January 20, 2008
So, yesterday I learned how to levitate. (This is the story I promised, by the way.)
Mom and I were at Dillards yesterday to see if they had this trench coat that I am absolutely in love with (they didn't, but never fear! Macy's came to the rescue). Well, I hardly ever go into Dillards, so I couldn't remember where the Junior's section was and Mom clearly didn't know because this wasn't
her Dillards, after all. Anyway, so we go and find one of those store maps, you know? And it's on the wall next to the up escalator. Well, Mom stands in front of the map and starts looking at it. I'm standing next to the hand rail for the escalator also looking at the map, but I couldn't read it very well, so I stepped forward a bit. Still couldn't
quite see, so then I leaned forward. Suddenly, my feet were no longer touching the ground and I was straddling the hand rail and moving upwards right along with it.
"Mom?" says I.
"Katria!" says Mom.
And then, because Mom didn't know what else to do, she got on the escalator and started following me up. I could not, for the life of me, get off or figure out how to stop myself. Luckily there was one of those sign thingys on the way up (you know, the one with the big person holding a little person's hand as they step on?) I proceeded to brace my feet against it and was able to swing one leg over to safety. I then got on the escalator the
right way and didn't allow Mom to pretend not to know me. We were also laughing so hard that I couldn't stand up and everyone in the vicinity turned to look at us because we were so loud about it. And thus concludes my most embarrassing moment ever.
You should have been there.
