Blowers. It’s what I called pool drains (and lights and vents). Still hate them.
And this one is more of a ‘it would be terrible and now I can’t stop thinking about it’ thing, but steep hills, and how awful it’d be to just roll back down them. In a car or on foot. You just suddenly lose control and start plummeting backwards. I got it worst when I was in San Fran.
Blowers. It’s what I called pool drains (and lights and vents). Still hate them.
And this one is more of a ‘it would be terrible and now I can’t stop thinking about it’ thing, but steep hills, and how awful it’d be to just roll back down them. In a car or on foot. You just suddenly lose control and start plummeting backwards. I got it worst when I was in San Fran.