Everyday Strangeisms

First of three thoughts:

As I was leaving the grocery store w/ paper towels and cereal filling my arms (you have to pay for bags here and I'm cheap), I was thinking that it's so very odd that there are escalators entering and exiting the grocery store we go to.... Every time I step on that thing when we're leaving the store I almost eat it! It's not a normal escalator, it's a devil escalator that goes at high speeds just to mock the poor person who has their arms full... I don't know how the senior citizens survive it!

Secondly:

 You would never know how much you actually appreciate the fact that you GET to do your own laundry.  There are not laundromats in Hong Kong.  Not ONE.  Nor are there laundry facilities in my building.  Thus I have to take my clothes to be laundered.  The first time was a horrible experience.  I had separation anxiety from my clothes.  They don't hang anything to dry, it all gets thrown into these blazing infernos of dryers to suck out any colours that may have inhabited your clothes and then burns into it any stains that may have magically appeared.... Such as pit stains.  What the heck?  17 brand new white tops that never had any staining before all of a sudden are stained when I pick them up... That's magical.  Lockey had a white shirt that somehow got back and it had a very groovy yellow tie dyed effect going on... And as he grabbed the first pair of board shorts that he's ever paid for I gasped at the rust colour stains in a whiskers pattern as though they were trying to be trendy jeans.  So you can see my hesitation in getting my laundry done.  Please appreciate that you CAN do your own laundry.  (I'm writing this to remind myself in years to come that I really do prefer my laundry done my way, shocking I know!)

Third, but not most importantly:

Stairs.  I feel like the stairs and hills are never ending here.  I wake up in the morning and I run stairs and hills.  When I return to my apartment complex I get to walk up 3 and a half flights of stairs.  We hike.  We hike even when we are just trying to make it to the beginning of our hike.  We walk up stairs at the MTR (subway).  There are constantly stairs.  My issue is this: Why are they not getting any easier?  It should be like drugs, your body builds up a tolerance to drugs, so you just take more... My body should get used to stairs, and then I'll just climb more... or something like that.  (And it's not just me in case anyone was wondering, Lockey still doesn't like climbing those flights of stairs to our apartment either, and no there is no elevator, we're high class.)