2257. The swing bridge

The canyon wasn’t wide but it was very deep. From the swing bridge that crossed the canyon the river at the bottom looked like a thread of cotton. In a wind, even a light breeze, the bridge would be closed. That meant a two-hour drive to get to the other side, rather than a five minute walk on the bridge. But safety came first.

Now Garrett had always been a bit of a dare-devil, so no one was particular surprised when he entered a local radio competition. The radio was going to string a hammock underneath the bridge and the contestant would have to spend a night sleeping there. All for a hundred dollars.

Don’t worry, said the radio, the hammock is quite safe and has been checked by expert engineers. It’s not going to fall.

That might be true but unfortunately Garrett got up to go to the bathroom.

15 thoughts on “2257. The swing bridge

    1. Bruce Goodman Post author

      The first time I encountered Murphy’s Law’S was when dining (alone) in a restaurant and there was a poster on the wall proclaiming “Murphy’s Laws” It read “Beauty is skin deep; ugly goes to the bone” – I laughed so hard I could hardly eat my Chicken Biryani.

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