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I’ll admit to not signing Oprah’s pledge. As much as I agree that texting, et al, is a danger to everyone on the road, I agree with Kristie at Philly Moms Blog that the No Phone Zone won’t work in my car. I get so few minutes of peace to make a call, that a phone call while driving isn’t all that much to ask. That, and I usually talk on speaker. It’s not like I’m not experienced, I’ve been talking and driving for well over 12 years. I also talk to my kids while I drive. And carry on conversations with the radio, if their story so moves me. My focus is on the road. And should I be too distracted, I recognize that and beg off the phone with a promise to discuss more later.
I used to text, too. Never two-handed and not too often, it didn’t take me long to realize how very distracting that can be. And, so, I no longer text while driving. (Texting while idling… now that’s a different story!)
So, in order to stay in touch and not text and drive, I’ve decided that, when necessary to complete or respond to a message, I’ll do that in a parking spot. Off the roads, keeping everyone safe. I’d appreciate it if others would do the same, and we’ll all live happily ever after.
Or not. Because today, after a visit to the library (the library, people!), I loaded and strapped in all three of my cherubs (and I mean cherubs. They were shockingly good in the quiet place). I carefully placed my bags, books, videos and wii games (had to get enough to weather our next storm) in safe-from-flying spots, gave each of the children a snack (because, really, you shouldn’t eat in the library), and strapped myself into my seat. I did not, I repeat, I did not put on my reverse lights because, as all good drivers recognize, that would signify that I was leaving. Instead, I took advantage of my amazingly well-behaved children who were reading/looking at/gnawing on their borrowed books, and decided to text my husband, responding to his question about dinner timing.
Following, I saw an imporant e-mail that needed to be responded to, and typed off a 1-line response. I heard a quick double honk. I glanced up. A man scurried to his handicapped spot. Wow! I thought. Some birdie has the bitchiness on today! How dare she honk at a handicapped man!? As the kids continued with their book thing, my text-ring sounded. The Huz responded.
Within 30- seconds, another double honk made me look up again. The beat, tone and urgency; the same. And the handicapped man was gone. WTF was the blast for? I turned, further this time, to see the old bird looking at me. And old she was! An impatient old woman in a boaty-cadillac (not that there’s anything wrong with this. Clearly, I’m describing one of my Grandmother’s here) staring me straight in the eye, shrugging WTH?
Now, I looked good today. Heels on. Business-bitchy-like. And had I had my lipstick on I just might have been pumped enough to get out of my car and tell the woman that I was saving lives by not texting and she can go find herself another spot. Of course, I’d never do that, that’s my subconcious-imagination speaking. So, instead, I looked right in her eyes and through 2 panes of glass mouthed “really Lady?”
Since my kids were loving their books and the Huz had actually responded to me so very quickly, I turned back to my ipod and responded to him. And then, just to make Ms. Uptight’s afternoon, I opened my Twitter app and tweeted out my frustration.
And then, when I was finished tweeting and texting for the time being, I slipped my gear shift to reverse, to signify I was ready to leave, and that my spot was open.
Of course, Ms. Old-Bird-Impatient-and-Uptight-Library-Parking-Lot-Lady was no longer there. A smiling twenty-something slowed down her car, put on her blinker, and moved into my spot.
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Love this! I would have most definitely done the same thing. Must’ve been Crab-Apple-Old-People-Driving-Around-Pissing-People-Off-Day. I had a “Pop-Pop” pull out in front of me and then wave his finger at me like it was my fault!
I text in the car all the time too. What makes me nuts is that the school parking lot is supposed to be a cell free zone, even when parked.
Blimey, here in the UK it’s a criminal offence to hold a phone whilst IN the car, (including while stopped at a traffic light). I wouldn’t even think of texting or phoning while in the car. The only legal thing here is to have a bluetooth button on the wheel that you can press if the phone rings (so it goes on speakerphone and no touching of the phone is required). You can get arrested here for putting a sweet in your mouth while at a traffic light! Someone recently got pulled over for wiping his nose at the wheel while at a light!
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