Here is a lovely picture of a big, tall, bridge. Now look up at the big blue sky over the bridge.
Do you see a woman’s head floating around in the big blue sky over the bridge? The head has dyed brown hair, eyeglasses and a mouth, wide open, screaming.
The head belongs to a woman who is having an out-of-body experience.
The rest of her body is driving (sort of) down there, on the highway on the bridge, three lanes north and three south. The woman’s body is driving south and her car is straddling the center and inside lane. Next to her car, in the outside lane, is a huge tanker truck. Way up in the sky, the woman’s head secretly thanks the tanker for blocking her view of the edge of the bridge. Bridges and their edges make her have panic attacks like she’s having now.
The problem with having panic attacks on bridges and going 11 mph while straddling two lanes in a 50 mph zone, is sometimes other drivers get angry. They line up behind the woman’s car and honk or tailgate. Up in the sky, her head sees them banging on their steering wheels in total frustration, and she feels their pain.
Her head tries to will her body to relax. “Breathe.” she commands her faraway body. “Count to ten. Sing! ‘The farmer in the dell. The f–ker in the dell. Hi ho…’” It’s useless. She can’t get enough air to get the words out.
“This will be the day that I die,” she thinks.
Meanwhile down in her body, her sweaty hands clutch the steering wheel. She prays that her hands won’t slip on the steering wheel and send her over the edge of the bridge. “Over the edge! That’s a funny one.” She’s already over the edge! Up in the sky, her floating head enjoys the irony.
At last it’s over. As her car arrives at the end of the bridge and on to solid road, the woman’s head falls from the sky and reconnects with her neck and the rest of her body. She is spent.
“Never again,” she says. “I will never do this again, as long as I live.”
But she lies. She still drives on bridges, climbs mountain ledges, and rides up the old wooden rickety escalator at Macy’s to the 7th floor Woman’s Department.
So, if you are in some high place, and next to you is a wacky pear shaped woman, introduce yourself.
You might hear her say, “Hello. My name is Rose, The Nothing Expert, and I am afraid of lots of things that go up.”
“Welcome Rose,” you might say. “You’re among friends.”