danger: moving staircase

hand-eye coordination, hand-feet coordination, hand-eye-feet coordination, rub-my-belly-and-tap-my-head -- dudes, i'm okay with doing all of that.

i dance (which, no, you lamebutt people, does not involve writhing bodies, partially-cutout costumes, or big jazzy hands that flash back and forth. sigh);
i climb;
i swim;
i run;
i can usually hit a tennis ball;
i can throw pottery;
i take unfuzzy photographs;
i can touch my toes;
i even put ikea furniture together.

and yet, this morning, i almost died and permanently maimed myself while going up the escalator. the escalator! so much for grace and coordination... i'm holding onto the handrails from now on.