Yes. Lazy twats.

I also walk incredibly fast, and the slow people piss me off. Get the fuck outta my way. Twats.

And FYI: The thing at the airport is made for you to walk on as it's designed to make you go faster AND NOT to stand there, obstructing the people who want to use it for its purpose. Twats.

Yes, unlesss it's a bad stairway(like in the mall i used to go all the time, that stairway was/is dangerous).

Let's hope for at least 35 responses, if not pages!!

it also depends on the design of the steps because some of them have really high steps and the effort to lift my legs up that high to save probably 30 seconds just isnt worth it.

I usually walk down but theres so many factors that could influence my choice going upwards.

plus theres always that tense moment when you reach the end and you know youve got to get off.

I still think they should install slides on the underground, it would cheer people up no end, plus it would speed up the process so not only fun but economical

escalators have a place in the modern world but this? nah..this can fuck off.

Only if it's not packed. Otherwise there's no point.

Yes! I don't care whether you stand on the right or the left, or whether the escalator is going up or down - just don't block the thing by standing two across with your friend or (even more stupidly) block it by standing right in the middle by yourself!

But lifts or elevators that can be even worse when you're in a hurry.

The lift will be crammed with people and the doors will finally start closing before some idiot comes running up trying to get in, waving frantically as if they're an allied soldier on the beach and this is the very last boat to leave Dunkirk. They're probably running late for work, which I usually notice hasn't stopped them finding time to buy coffee and cakes for breakfast.

The another idiot in the lift will frantically start pressing all sorts of buttons at random to try to keep the doors open for them. After 30 seconds of the lift doors opening and closing they manage to get the poor latecomer into the lift.

I'll sigh as I scan the huge number of floor buttons now lit up before my requested stop. And why is the first floor - right above the ground floor - nearly always selected by somebody despite the fact that there's stairs and an escalator right next to the lifts?

The lift will stop at a floor, nobody gets out. "Who wanted this floor?" somebody asks. Nobody replies. Doors start to close. Some noddy right at the back then realises it was their floor and button pusher at the front starts pressing things again as if he's piloting the space shuttle to let him out in time.

Another couple will get in the lift and discuss with each other what floor they require. Husbands thinks it's 20, so he hits that. Wife disagrees as says it's 21, so he hits that. Eventually after some discussion they work out they were both wrong and it's 23. We're now bringing the lift to a halt three times just to get them to their destination.

Next stop, some other fool will exit the lift simply because other people are doing so, step out and gaze around in astonishment that he's on the wrong floor, then try to shoulder his way back into the lift just as it's leaving. He'll probably do that several stops in a row.

"is this floor 34?" he eventually asks, blatantly ignoring the large "34" flashing in neon above the lift door.

"That was my floor" some other poor sod will then gasp as the lift hurtles past his stop and he realises he'd never bothered to hit the floor button. In a panic he too will lurch at the panel and start hitting buttons at random, hoping to get the lift to suddenly reverse and go back down immediately.

I use to laugh at the those old TV shows where they had lift operators. Now I know why they had them.

I once checked into a hotel and spent ages waiting behind this stupid young woman who was asking the most inane questions to the staff and holding everybody up for ages. Poeple in the queue were ready to kill her. By the time I got to the lift guess who was in it? As the lift door started to close she suddenly realised she'd left something at the desk. "My room key!" she yelled out. Without another word she just left all her suitcases and luggage in the lift with me and she started sprinting across the lobby.

By this time I'd had enough of her. I just let the lift lift door close, went to my floor, pressed every floor button in the lift and stepped out, leaving her luggage to go for a long ride. It was a big hotel, she would have been waiting for quite a while.