Yes. Escalators.
We have about 12 of those in my school, and they rarely work.
Weird people.
We have plenty of
those in my school, too. It just happens that one of those weird people is my friend. His name is Aidan, or Aedan, or something of the sort.
It just so happens that Aidan and I were roaming around the halls, and we had decided to walk down to the second floor from our starting point at the sixth floor via the escalators. As I walked down the not-working-escalators, I heard a weird thumping noise. (we were the only ones there, so it couldn't be anyone else)
Aiden: thump...thump...thump
Me: turns around. Dude, what are you doing?
A: Oh, me? I'm walking down the escalators.
thump...thump
Me: Then why the hell are you jumping down each step?
A: Oh, well, my shoes'll get ruined if I walk down normally. The raised surface of the steps will mess up the bottom of my shoes.
Me: ....
A: thump...thump...thump
Me: ...All right, dude. Whatever. I'll meet you at the auditorium.
I walk off.
A: Wait!
thump...thump... Don't leave me! Stop running!
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Well, the sad thing was that I
wasn't running. However, I didn't ditch him, and I waited at the bottom of the last escalator like a good friend. ^_^
As you can see, I have strange-ish friends.
NYC does strange things to people. I hope I don't fall prey to those things.
Well, anyway, back to the main topic of hippos, oftentimes called "Hippo-FAT-umus" in the vernacular.
Here is a picture of the rarity:
ENJOY!
-That Random Guy