I’m in the market for new dining room curtains, so we decided to go to IKEA yesterday morning to look at some of their fabric. We still had CB with us from the Friday night sleepover, so it was me, BAGD and 4 kids. As we made it up to the 3rd floor, I was leading the way and BAGD was bringing up the rear. On the escalator, Pookie ended up a half step behind BAGD and was technically last in line.
The next thing I know, BAGD is yelling and the other 3 kids and I are standing halfway between the escalator and the fabric section looking confused. I look back at the escalator and itsstopped completely. BAGD starts to piece things together and fill me in. Apparently Pookie was not paying attention at the top of the escalator (or was purposely riding all the way to the top until his feet hit the top) and his Croc got caught and sucked in between the stairs of the escalator. BAGD was in front of Pookie as this was happening, but VERY LUCKILY a man behind Pookie had the foresight and good positioning to be able to swat his foot out of the shoe before something very bad happened.
In the end, Pookie’s beloved Cocoa Pebbles Croc was chewed up inside the escalqtor. The escalator stopped and by the time it was all over, only the back 4 inches of his shoe was showing. After close examination by the in-house IKEA Security/EMT man, we confirmed that it was only Pookie’s shoe that was touched. His actual little foot was fine and doesn’t appear to have been injured at all. Pookie was just a little upset and scared. But he handled it well. We were very surprised that he didn’t complain about losing the Croc. Stuff like that is hard for him to accept and understand. But he seemed OK with it, even as we had to make him walk around IKEA in his socks.
The people at IKEA were very nice and helpful. They offered to buy us lunch while Pookie calmed down. I asked them if I could have a pair of those flimsy slippers they sell, so that Pookie could have some shoes to wear home. I explained that he likes things to make sense and he would calm down faster if he had a new pair of shoes to wear. By a strange stroke of luck, IKEA happened to be selling Croc knock offs and gave Pookie a free pair.
When we left over an hour later, the escalator was still stopped, with Pookie’s little shoe peeking out of the top step. I’m not sure if this incident was Pookie’s fault or not. Part of me says yes, it was. But part of me says its just an inherent danger of escalators. Knowing what I do about the way Pookie’s mind works, I assume that he purposely rode all the way to the top of the escalator, until it flattened out and the toes of his shoes hit the threshold at the top. That is something he would do. In his mind, you don’t step off an escalator until it is “done”….just like you don’t leave the theatre until the credits are done or stop eating until the plate is empty. So, he probably had a large part in causing this. But, still, this is probably a flaw in the design of escalator itself.
Another thing pops out in my mind about yesterday. It was another of those emergency situations where I found myself telling 6 people in 15 minutes “He has Autism”. That is always weird for me. But its usually important. Yesterday it was not such a big deal, because he was relatively calm the whole time. But I still felt like I needed to tell everyone, so I did. But, it felt weird.