h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

I went for my usual walk to heal my thrown back yesterday, in the park, under the bridge and back around again, but this time I was thwarted. A motorcycle police officer was blocking the trail. At first I thought he was waiting to catch a mountain biker (they are not allowed in the park), but before I could ask him about this he told me the trail was closed. "Are they making a movie?" I then asked. "No," he said. "A jumper on the bridge." "Oh, dear." And I turned around to walk the other way, not as nice a way either. About an hour later I returned, thinking it would all be over, one way or another. But no, there he still was, and now also a gentleman with binoculars. "Now where is this jumper screwing up my walk," I asked him. "There he is," said the man. "Up there." He gave me the binoculars, and I had a look. A young man in blue jeans and a white tee-shirt was clinging to the railing, his back to the void. And then he let go. Probably his girlfriend left him or something like that.