Faux Pas

The airport escalator has outsmarted me yet again.

I have enough trouble navigating my one crew bag, I don't know what possessed me to offer to take two up an escalator.
I'm walking to the escalator wheeling around two bags feeling like such a badass. I manage to get on the escalator no problem. The bags get on, as we start are ascension I notice the bags aren't fully positioned on a step. NO PROBLEM I'll just hold them up. I begin to tilt back as though I'm travelling at breakneck speeds, and start to realize my center of gravity is shifting. The bags were trying to kill me. As I'm slowly leaning further and further backwards I know that I must let go of the bags to avoid impending doom. But of course instinct tells me to hold on tighter. While I ponder the uselessness of instinct, I notice that my feet are no longer on the steps and I have somehow begun a backflip. I crash into the bags and we get tangled together as we tumble down the recirculating steps. "ARE YOU OKAY?" A man shouts as he rushes to my aid. He grabs on of the bags and stops the other from falling. I jump to my feet, pull down my skirt (by this time I'm sure everyone has seen my knickers)and grab the other bag. At this point the there are quite a few people on the escalator asking me if im okay. Of course I begin to laugh hysterically to cover my embarrassment, but that inevitably draws more attention to myself. The escalator finally reaches the top, I thank everyone profusely for their help, apologize abundantly and scurry away to the crew room to hide my shame.

That is the story of how I broke the handle to my new crew bag.