On the way to our seats for the Trans-Siberian Orchestra concert, I was being a good lemming and following the crowd to the Up escalator. Before I could get on, my personal trainer/son’s hand reached out, grabbed my muscular bicep, and pulled me a couple of feet to the right.

“Stairs!” I heard.
“Do you have a defibrillator?” I asked, not really wanting to walk up a bunch of steps in heels.
“No, but I’m certified in CPR!” said my trainer.

He said that with just a little too much glee – like maybe he was hoping to use his newly certified skills on me!