My fear is taxies, well I don’t know why, ( I wish I did) and if I still smoked I’d of eaten ten just to get to the taxi rank ( I was attacked when young, but it was day time , I’m sure maybe something to do with that subconsciously) but not quite sure how to deal with it. Goes like this, on holiday, at this point I must stress hubby use to it, this has happened soooooo many times, after plucking up the courage to flag a taxie, first one arrives, I say no can’t get in this one, after may be four or five attempts, I think rationally and say to myself, get a grip, onward and upwards, finally one arrives, of course hubby gets in the back first, I am sweaty, heart beating, I get in, then ( it’s not me really) I say something like, wait for it ......
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Sorry you’ve got frog eyes, or I might say, sorry, you’ve got a big head, I know it’s funny, but really would just like to get in a taxie, like every body else.
Have you got any fears?