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Before the
PC brigade have a go at me for being a chauvinist, let me say that I
have yet to see a man do this. If I ever spot one, I'll amend this.
So, "crank?" you're wondering... for
want of a better term, I'm talking about those women who stand in
the 5' to 5'5" range and waddle up the escalators from the train and
through the ticket barriers all the way to their desk. It's not the
waddling - that I can handle - its the arm out the side that makes
them look like they're cranking themselves (as you'd crank a car
jack) in a straight line. It always feels like no matter how agile
you try to be, you can't get past them. Being over six feet, myself,
the danger end of this pendulate arm is at about groin level.
On Friday, I nearly clocked a fist in
the nuts from a forty-something 5-footer who must have been late for
her tea break because she was cranking at warp speed with both arms.
Perhaps she was trying to fly.
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