A man is sitting in a psychiatrist’s office for his very first appointment. He looks nervous.
“Doctor,” the man says, wringing his hands. “I need your help. I have a very strange problem. For the last six months, I have believed that I am a bridge.”
The psychiatrist nods slowly, looking thoughtful. “I see. A bridge, you say. And this feeling, does it cause you a lot of stress?”
“Stress?” the man replies. “You have no idea! The constant fear of collapsing, the weight of all the traffic… it’s unbearable!”
The psychiatrist jots down a few notes on his pad, then looks up at the man with a serious expression.
“I understand,” the doctor says. “We can definitely work through these feelings. But before we start, I have to ask you one thing that’s been bothering me since you sat down.”
The man leans in, ready for a profound question. “Anything, doctor.”
The psychiatrist asks, “What’s the deal with all these cars driving across your back?”