Then I was... 
My Mom's best friend when I was growing up absolutely refused to get on an escalator.Escalators have always freaked me out a little.
That was back in the day when everyone in Atlanta shopped at the downtown Rich's and ate lunch at The Magnolia Room there (chicken pot pie and nut pound cake -- yum). Mom, her friend, friend's daughter, and I shopped together quite frequently. It was always annoying to have to take the elevator with her -- so much slower.I agree. In today's mechanical world, mostly for liability reasons, we tend to see nothing but clean and safe lines of machines such as these. Look at the elevator as an example. We see nice doors from the outside, and when we step inside the cage, some of them are really fancy looking, with Mahagony panels and soft lighting. The escalator still looks like we are seeing all of the parts which should be hidden from view, those same parts which also make it look dangerous. Those grooved steps also look like jagged edges which could do some real damage to your lower mandible if you were to fall.They just don't seem quite right - quite natural. I know that is a crazy thing to say when so much is machanical in this world. But there is something about the way I "feel" on an escalator that gives me pause.
Hey - I'll get on one. But I might be nervous all the way up/down.![]()
OMG!! SN!!! I have the same thing. (I don't think the incident I witnessed helped at all...but) I can't stand them! Sunkist and the whole family and most of my friends make funn of me because I will seek out an elevator every time! I break out in a cold sweat! When I went to Vegas, I was horrified to see that you can't get anywhere there without riding an escalator. I solved this issue with vodka.![]()
, and getting on and off an escalator "smoothly" is a challenge for me. Maybe vodka wouldn't be helpful after all...