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People often fell down the stairs at the game centre I worked at. It was a rather steep slope, so each step was covered in non-slip rubber. And yet people slipped regardless of the weather, when it was neither wet nor slippery.
People fell regardless, injuring themselves on the way down.
Of course, the stairs had a landing, and the area was so thin that two people could barely pass each other. Supposing someone slipped, there was no reason why they wouldn’t be able to grab onto something and stop falling.
And yet, if someone fell on the stairs, they would always fall all the way to the bottom. Everyone complained, “Something pulled me, and I couldn’t stop!” How strange.
That game centre is still in operation. I don’t work there anymore, so I don’t know whether people are still falling or not.