I don't get out much

So I'm not actually like, agoraphobic or anything, but I'm thinking of developing it. I do know a thing or two about phobias having had a panic attack of my own upon ascending higher than the third rung of a ladder. Once when my two sisters and I set out to attend a funeral we had a lovely time trading phobias along the way. It went something like this.
Sister One(we'll call her Better-than-nan or BTN for short.)
BTN: I can't remember, do we go over that bridge or exit first.
Sister Two(we'll call her The Usurper or TU for short)
TU: I don't know but I think I'll recognize it when we get closer. Can't you see the church from the freeway.
Nancy: Yeah. Its a really big bridge though.
BTN: Its getting kind of dark, I'm going to have to let one of you drive.
TU: I'll drive, but let's pull off the freeway to switch.
Nancy: anybody need a Diet Coke while we're stopping
BTN: Nah, let's wait 'til after the funeral
Nancy: Hey I think we have a left exit up here.
BTN: No we veer right.
TU: Uh oh, its starting to rain. I can't see in the rain.
BTN: Well veer right and then we'll stop again.
Nancy: I'll drive, just help me find the exit.
TU: Okay do we know the name of the exit
BTN: No, it doesn't match the address of the church.
Nancy: Hey there's the bridge. I don't think I can drive over it.
TU: Its still raining, can't help you
BTN: And its still dark
Nancy: Well we'll just have to pick a church on this side of the bridge and do our praying alone.
TU: No its okay I see the church, we don't have to cross the bridge.