The Escalator Nazi is a tall man, built like a pencil, and dressed in a fancy suit. He points his arm upwards, his version of a Nazi salute. His eyes bulge out of his head, like the furor he thinks he is.
The Escalator Nazi is in a hurry. I’m sure he has a verrrrrry important meeting at the top of the escalator. Lots of money riding on his meeting. Big important decisions to be made.
DRAGONE, on the other hand, does not like to rush. DRAGONE understands the purpose of an escalator. It is a machine built to save humans some energy. For some, who are unable to climb the stairs without assistance, it is a necessity. But for most it is merely a luxury which allows one to move upwards while standing still.
The Escalator Nazi likes rules. Though I’m sure only rules that help him. In this particular scenario, the Escalator Nazi’s escalator rule number one is that walkers pass on the left, while standers stand on the right.
I’m sorry Mr. Nazi, but those sound like driving rules to me. The escalator is not a highway. There is no such thing as escalator police. Because there is no such thing as escalator rules.
If you had asked DRAGONE nicely, perhaps he would have stepped aside and allowed you to pass him. But then again, you look like a Nazi, so probably not. It helps that DRAGONE is built like a freight train, and you are built like a pencil.
Too bad, Mr. Escalator Nazi. I hope you missed your important meeting.