I just wish I could do what some people do—read messages, talk to the passenger, and drive all at the same time. I wish I could go trick-or-treating with my child and text at the same time, but I choose not to own a BlackBerry, often called CrackBerry for reasons like this.
Yesterday, I was driving along St. John’s Sideroad when I glanced in my mirror to check on Matthew in the backseat. Before I could focus on him, I noticed a white Mazda car behind me, with two young ladies inside—or rather, a young lady driving the car with her friend in the passenger seat. It almost felt like that car was driving itself.
I was slowing down because several cars ahead of me had slowed to make a left turn. But the driver of the Mazda didn’t slow down. She had her head down most of the time, texting (probably on Blackberry), while still talking to her friend. As they got closer to me, I have to admit, she handled the situation well, but I wasn’t in the mood for another close call. She nearly gave me a heart attack!
The driver continued texting while chatting away with her passenger. I turned left onto Yonge Street, and they kept going on St. John’s Sideroad until they disappeared from my view.
Quack
I may not sound too angry, but let’s just say that I have no faith in the drivers or law enforcement. They both need a good wake-up call.
COMMENTS
Marvin said: November 2, 2011 at 20:54
“One can always hope she has a nasty one-car accident.”
