At one point under the bridge, there was this little "creek" that had to be crossed by hopping/walking across some strategically-placed rocks.
There was this kid, maybe fifteen or so, who would step onto the first rock, causing it to wobble, then he would get scared and jump back to dry land.
After watching this four or five times I told the kid to get out of my way and let an old man with a broken toe show him how it's done.
After that first wobbly rock everything else was steady, and I made it across easily.
The kid was still scared, still standing there afraid of the six-inch deep water. So I did what had to be done. I called him a pussy and left him in my wake.