Phobia

I was out for a quick walkie with The Sister last night. As we headed home, I told her my phobia.

Everytime I step off the grass and onto a roadcurb in preparation for crossing the street, I'm afraid the unevenness will make me trip onto the road, face down, flat out, and the oncoming traffic will run over my fingers.

Made her laugh.
"What? What about your head?"


Scarred for life! Acme cartoons have a lot to be responsible for.