“Is she for real?” A guy behind me asks in disbelief to his friend.
A teenaged girl has just let her two rolling suitcases go flying down the escalators at LaGuardia Airport.
All of us look up at the sound of the plastic rubbing against the moving stairs at whip-fast speed, a loud “ZZZZZIP!” echoing through the terminal.
A flight crew member gets there in time to stop the suitcases from flying further on the tile floor and hitting anyone. The girl runs down after them, her hands covering her nose and mouth in shame. Her mom and, I assume, sister, look down from further up the escalator.
She’s very lucky no one was ahead of her. It’s still unclear if she purposefully tried to slide them down or if it was an accident.
Writing With Abandon 