Truck Driving for me. It’ll feel cool for probably a half-hour for me, to be driving something big. Until my worry of having to meet things in timely manners start kicking in and my anxiety to make sure information going all directions are right enough for easy deliveries.
Not to mention, how stupid easy it probably is for a eighteen wheeler truck to topple over in bad weather.
Absolutely. I’d go further and say a surgeon. Cutting in to living folk and hoping you do a good enough job to literally keep them alive. That’s wild.