If a lifetime can be likened to a day, then this is Happy Hour!
Um, yes, uh, no thank you.Damn!
You too, eh?
I could barely look either. Gack! No way in hell.
You and me, Kris... you 'n' me!
Et sacré rouge, tant plus!(I pulled ya outta the spam trap, Skip)
Acrophobia? Et tu?! Hory crap! It has a name? I used to teach rappelling, took every course at Yosemite Mountaineering school, climbed me some rock, stood on the top of Half Dome for a photo, climbed Mt Whitney and look over the edge and now....put me on the roof to hang Christams lights and the knees go wobbly. I can fly a plane but Lord open the door and look down.....Gaaaahhhh!I just figured it was olde age......older,...wiser,...yannow.
I've always had a fear of heights; I think I got it from my Mom, who was the same way. The weird thing is I had to climb radar antennae in my AF job, so I left my fingerprints in aluminum and steel ALL over the Free World. I HATED it but I had to do it. I never once froze... but I sure as Hell came CLOSE on occasion.
Just be polite... that's all I ask.