So, there I am in Indy; I hop off the car rental shuttle and enter the airport, through the wrong door of course. So, then I head to the esculator and I get beat out by and older couple. Old man goes first followed by old lady. So I am watching the old lady get on and I am shuffling behind her.
Her feet don't get firmly on the step so she back pedals and miss-steps again. At this point, I drop my bags and stick my arms out, cause I am that kind of action hero. She lands in my arms and I brace to keep us both upright. She goes completely limp. She would have fallen down about 3 steps worth at this point, landing on the moving stairs and been carried feet-first up to the next floor.
Now, mind you, I don't work out like I should but this woman is packing some weight. She must of been hiding snacks, canned peaches or something cause, she is not getting back to her feet as we ride up past mid-way and she seems to be getting heavier. I've to my arms under her armpits and I am starting to get uncomfortable with where my hands are. Mind you, I am not about to let this old lady fall, but I don't want any
harrassment suits to follow.Two feet from the top she regains her feet, an eager old man waits at the top (apparently ok with where my hands are - a real swinger...). I remove my arms from her pits and of course they are extremely greatful...so they call over airport security and in minutes, I am hoisted upto shoulders, a marching band comes up from out of nowhere, Regis and Kelly are running to keep up with the crowds trying to get an interview and I make the front page of the Indy Times. Last I heard, the airport is now reffered to as Indianapolis Big Melon Airport. Sweet huh?
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