Esca-quette. Revisited. With a Confession. Of Sorts.

I have a confession.

It is a possibility that perhaps, at some point in the past, I have breached one of the rules of esca-quette.

esca-quette: The conduct or procedure required by good breeding when riding a power-driven set of stairs arranged like an endless belt that ascend or descend continuously

Note: Oh no. I have never, nor will I ever, proceed to the step of a stranger and ride along with the stranger. On the same step.

No. My breach of esca-quette involves PDA or Public Displays of Affection.

Note: PDA in any confined space is discouraged. On an escalator, it can be downright dangerous. And pretty fun.

Daughter and I are riding the escalator. On separate steps. We are going down the escalator. It is quite empty. As the escalator descends, she becomes a head shorter than me. Daughter leans back to look at me and I smack a nice big kiss on her forehead.

This regrettable activity stirs unwanted interest from the early-twenty-something gentlemen riding the opposing escalator.

Oh (edit), one of the gentlemen says, did you see that? Those girls were kissing! Laughter and snortling noises ensue. From the gentlemen.

Then something comes over me. So I do the only thing really appropriate in this situation.

I smack her again. Right on the forehead.

The twenty-somethings erupt. Laughter. High-fiving. And I believe I hear a round of applause.

Happy Birthday to me! one of them cries in delight.

Note: Heck, yes!