You know, I think I know why they don't make cartoons like the Road Runner and Tom and Jerry anymore.
They're freaky, man!! I totally just realized it now!
I have major, Wile E. Coyote issues. Major, dude.
If I am the first car in line waiting for a train, you can spot me...stopped about a block away, keeping everyone behind me wondering..."what in the heck is that chick doin'? Can't she move up?"
And the answer, my friends is...NO!
I can not move up.
You see, my mind plays these weird games, I picture the train derailing and careening for my vehicle...and me just stuck there, having to watch my death in slow mo...if I park far enough away, I've got some wiggle room, maybe a little time to take off away from that derailing death trap. You know?
And crossing the tracks after the train passes? Ugh...look left? Clear. Look right? Clear. Look left again? Clear. Look right again? Clear. Cross the tracks and wham-o!! There's that dang train, mowin' you down out of nowhere, just like Wile E. himself.
How 'bout logging trucks? Oh, geez...don't even get me started with those. I approach them, see those logs stacked a mile high all wibbly wobbly like and "oh man, bring on the Xanax."
So, pedal to the metal, I fly past the truck...must. pass. truck. NOW!!!
I'm surprised I haven't been pulled over..."Miss, may I please see your ID and registration?"
..."But officer, you don't understand...those logs were gonna go at any minute!!"
And bridges? Yikes! Ever since the 35W bridge collapse, I've been a bit...um...whack-o. Seriously, sometimes I wanted to stop at one end of the bridge, wait for it to clear, then peel off, burnin' rubber, tryin' to get across that dang bridge, ASAP.
Irrational fears? Yes!
Please tell me I'm not the only one?