Some people are afraid of completely mundane things. One of my best friends has minor panic attacks when bananas come anywhere near her or her belongings. Some people are afraid of normal things like snakes, failure, the afterlife, fine lines and wrinkles.
I’m afraid of all of those things, plus escalators (but only with the power turned off).
I realize this basically makes me afraid of stairs, but it’s true. Put me in front of a moving escalator and I’m good to go. This despite the years of
my mother people telling horror stories of little kids getting loose shoe laces caught in the moving parts and being sucked in and scraped and mauled and de-limbed. Kind of like the stories of kids who get stuck in the cleaning filters of pools and hot tubs only to have their intestines suctioned out through their tiny anal cavities. (I watched a lot of 20/20 growing up.)