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Wednesday, September 29, 2010
I was reminded today of something I have a phobia about. Having to stop my car on a steep hill. I'm not talking about any hills like in this picture either. I'd have to stop as soon as I saw a hill like this to go to the bathroom, panic, do some deep breathing, wring out my hands and clothes and then maybe try driving on that hill all while hoping and praying that I didn't hit a light or have to stop for some reason. I don't even drive stick shift, but something about hills and cars just freaks me out.
When I was a recruiter I had people turn down jobs because they would have to drive on a bridge to get to work. I thought they were crazy until I was driving on a hill, got stopped in traffic at the steepest point, and proceeded to have a small heart attack. Now I know and completely understand their craziness.