I was stuck in traffic this morning.
When I'm stuck in traffic, I can't stand getting stuck underneath a freeway underpass. If I can anticipate it, I pause before the underpass and let the car ahead of me move through before I swiftly scoot my car under and out.
But there are times when I'm caught unawares. In the dark shadow of the bridge, I start having morbid daydreams of being smashed Nimitz style in an earthquake; that the concrete comes tumbling down, squishing me in my car.
As I sit there waiting for traffic to move, I scan the trees for any sign of an earthquake. The shocks would absorb any initial trembling, so I rely on my eyes for clues. Are the trees swaying? Are the leaves quivering?
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Another weird habit I have? I hold my breath in car tunnels. Everytime I leave Little Tokyo downtown, I'm taking the 2nd street tunnel northbound underneath Bunker Hill.
Inhale! hold it, hold it, hold it.... Phew!
But there are times when I'm caught unawares. In the dark shadow of the bridge, I start having morbid daydreams of being smashed Nimitz style in an earthquake; that the concrete comes tumbling down, squishing me in my car.
As I sit there waiting for traffic to move, I scan the trees for any sign of an earthquake. The shocks would absorb any initial trembling, so I rely on my eyes for clues. Are the trees swaying? Are the leaves quivering?
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Another weird habit I have? I hold my breath in car tunnels. Everytime I leave Little Tokyo downtown, I'm taking the 2nd street tunnel northbound underneath Bunker Hill.
Inhale! hold it, hold it, hold it.... Phew!