This weekend I wrote a newspaper column about my irrational fears which have become problematic in the past few months.
Now I learn that at least two other people feel the same way. Thank you Milo and Joan. We all hate I-40 to Nashville. Suddenly other people have come out of the woodwork to admit similar phobias.
I imagine my little Rav 4 sandwiched between two 18-wheelers, and I’m down here looking up at their fat tires, and imagine how it would feel to get caught underneath 15,000 tons of metal and rubber.
I take a death grip on safety bar (my son calls it the “oh sh== bar) I suck air every time he changes lanes and he threatens to set me out on the road in some place like Alcorn County.
He gets exasperated and vows never to drive me anywhere ever again unless he can get a prescription for Xanax – I’m not sure if he means for me or for him!
He doesn’t know the half of it. I have developed other inexplicable phobias. I am afraid to walk across a bridge because I imagine someone rushing up behind me to push me over the side. And I am afraid of bananas. Okay that one makes me crazy. I plead guilty.