Bad Statistics

Last night, I had a disturbing dream. It was a very wacky setup that I'm not completely clear about, but I do know one part that is particularly interesting.

I was apparently in this building in downtown Lincoln that was a giant day care center. Basically, there were rooms where parents could stash their kids for a while and then have fun downtown. However, in Wal-Mart fashion, these rooms were on the top floor of a multi-level mall. There were no elevators, only escalators, so they had to walk past all of the stores in order to unload their "burdens."

At one point, I got lost in this place, and was at a certain part where about 10 escalators converged, but they were all exiting on my floor, so I couldn't take any up or down off of my floor. More yet, the escalators where absolutely packed with people who somehow knew a way down. While I was looking for a way down I see a sign, with bright colors and a picture of a kid with a thumbs up that said:

Our escalators are safe: Only one mama killer in 5!

At this point, I realized the absurdity of my dream, and started laughing hysterically, still dreaming lucidly while everyone in the mall started looking at me strangely. I really just wanted to find out what those units were... one in 5 years? one in 5 escalators at any given moment? one in 5 people?