Escalators have serrated teeth
Last Monday, I had the distinct pleasure of paintballing in a closed department store. The developers of the expansion proposed the idea to the mall management and they...went for it. Nice. I had first heard that it was four hours against the developers and local police. I wasn't looking forward to getting my ass handed to me by local police but I showed up anyway. The last time I went paintballing I was sorely under dressed, pun intended. But this time I didn't have to worry about it they had everything supplied. Paintball USA came and set up two courses and had everything including jumpsuits. Knowing that the building was going to be demolished you could say play a part in the games as guys shot out lights, ripped out blinds and kicked through walls to take shots. Kevin let me barrow his gun but they wouldn't allow any outside equipment. Pretty lame if you ask me. So don't, I just said. They had two courses set up, half the first floor and the whole third floor. Lunch came and an abundance of tacos was bestowed upon many. I thought it would end at this time but oh no, I played until 3:15. I escaped unscathed in the paintball matches but managed to slip on the escalator turned into stairs of death. By the end of the day with the paint grenades and paintballs aplenty, the floor was slippery as hell and that transferred onto the escalator. With everyone goofing off there were paintballs on the escalators and I'll go on record as saying, slipping down an escalator isn't as fun as it may sound. Contrary to common belief, it hurt like the dickens. Dickens? Meh, moving on...I have parallel gashes on my fore arm and ankle. But the best part of this adventure was the fact that I got paid for it. Yes, I got paid for paintballing and eating lunch on my day off.