Thanks, 17th St. Bridge Jumper Lady
Thanks for turning my morning into a test of how well I can edge my way into adjoining lanes and detour around “all lanes closed” highway traffic.
Shouldn’t she have slept in this morning, anyway? I don’t understand the motivation to get up early and stand on a bridge, unless the whole rush hour thing is part of the cry for attention. And I guess the jumpers have found a new favorite spot on the 17th St. bridge—this wasn’t the first, right?
[EDIT: Apparently she jumped out of a Greyhound bus’ bathroom window before sitting on the bridge. Weird.]