It is with some trepidation that I now drive over the new retractable
bridge after a near early-morning adventure this week.
There’s excuses for being late to work but this one would
have taken the cake had it played out the way my vivid imagination foresaw in
the moments of panic that ensued after being trapped between two barricades
signaling that the part of the bridge I was on was about to lift 90 degrees.
I noticed the red stop lights start to flash as I followed
the car in front of me over the bridge but, because they had only begun
flashing, believed there to be plenty of time. However, two seconds later, the
car in front slammed to a sudden halt and the people inside began frantically
looking behind them as their reverse lights came on.
But they had no where to go as I had nowhere to go - there was
a tightly-packed line of cars behind us. The car behind managed to just squeeze
back far enough to miss the barricade as it swung down in front of it, thereby
blocking the exit of the two cars remaining in the middle of the bridge.
I was one of them.
Was this the part where the bridge lifted up with us on it? Visions
of abandoning my car and making a desperate leap for safety played out. Or worse,
if it had already begun lifting, I would have had to cling to the end, like
Annie in the movie, as it rose into the air.
I had Annie fresh
on my mind as I had just hauled out the video (yes video) from my childhood to
show Miss Five the evening before in the lead-up to the show this weekend.
Except this would be worse, because I would be dodging
flying cars from those trapped on the ascending bridge as I made my escape.
Confused panic seemed to be setting in around me. The bridge
still wasn’t moving but it could just be a matter of time and I wasn’t about to
stick around to find out when. Grabbing my bag, I lunged for the door handle …
but that was as far as I got in my adventure. Some kind person at the other end
of a monitor must have pushed a button and the barricades rose to let us out.
Trouble was there was no where to go.
Then the people behind me indicated we reverse onto the
other side of the road. After-all, it wasn’t like any traffic would be coming
through on that side for a while. Duh.
With all the cars safely on either side, the bridge did its
thing and the barge passed through underneath, its occupants probably confused
by the hold-up.
We sat in our cars and waited in silent newly-found
comradeship, like the aftermath bonding from a natural disaster.
The bridge re-opened and we parted on our merry ways. I was
thankful I hadn’t inadvertently starred in a local action movie. Still, had I
survived, it would’ve made a jolly good yarn for being late for work.