But the escalator was not the only technology conspiring against this hapless rube that ridiculous day; it's certain than if there was one bit of relief for him right then, it was that at least nobody else was watching him get owned -- but he was wrong. Big Brother was. And what Big Brother sees always somehow ends up on the internets, because you can no longer do anything dumb without having it broadcast to an audience of millions.
So thanks, internets. Thanks for the schadenfreude. Thanks, at least, until you turn against us.