... the escalator being hors de combat and me being late due to an, er, alarm clock programming mishap...
That would be Shostakovitch Symphony no 10, second movement. By the time I reached platform level I was not only moving at approximately double the safe speed for a gentleman of my years and build hem hem, but also ready to start a punch-up.
Memo to self: on safety grounds stick to first movements of early Haydn quartets for the next such descent, and amble down beaming. You know it makes sense.
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Hilarious!
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