The scariest thing in Washington, DC isn't crime. I never felt in danger from anyone while I've been here and it's been a few days.
The scariest thing? Their escalators.
These things are EVERYWHERE. Especially around the Metro. If you are lucky, there's an elevator available you can use instead. Otherwise, you are stuck.
This is very bad for me. I HATE escalators. This is no mild dislike. I loathe them with a passion. Especially down escalators. I am always afraid I'm going to pitch forward on one of those.
I can mostly handle up escalators, though I don't like them. But some of the escalators around here are LONG. Throw in I am afraid of heights and you'll understand why that might pose a problem for me.
I am fortunate that my family is patient and understanding of this phobia. On one of the long escalators they surrounded me so I felt protected going up. When I had no choice but to use a down escalator not once but twice on this trip Don didn't laugh at me but stood in front of me and cheered me on as I gripped the handrail with both hands.
In time I could probably overcome this fear. But for right now, my attitude is, "down with down escalators!"
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