Would you prove your love for me by jumping out of an airplane?

Well, fear not.  I would never ask you or anyone else to do so.  What I can also tell you is that there are absolutely no circumstances in which I would jump out of an airplane.  I wouldn’t do it prove my love.  I wouldn’t do it for a million dollars.  I certainly wouldn’t do it for just the experience.  I’ve been told that skydiving is an amazing feeling but, as we all know, I don’t do heights.  Seriously, I have a hard enough time standing at the top of my staircase at home.  (Of course, I should point out that it’s a very steep staircase.)

What would I do to prove my love?  I would stand up in the back of a moving pickup truck.  That may not sound like much but seriously, it is.  It’s at least as dangerous as sky diving.  When I was growing up, all of my aunts and all of my uncles told me stories about people who had made the mistake of standing up in the back of a moving pickup truck and it never seemed to end well for them.  In fact, it kind of left me with a phobia about pickup trucks in general.  Whenever I’m stuck behind one in traffic, I’m worried that someone’s going to suddenly stand up in the back of it and accidentally fall out and crash through my windshield or something.  That would suck.  New windshields are not cheap.

Anyway, enjoy!