Anybody still drive and talk on their cell phone?
On December 28th, some ding dong rear ended me at a stoplight. She was blabbing on her stupid cellphone.
I hope to Christ the new Mac cellphone is a bluetooth or on regular phone mode disables itself immediately when it senses its in the drivers seat of a car so people wont be accessing their stupidass emails whist driving.
I hope to Christ the new Mac cellphone is a bluetooth or on regular phone mode disables itself immediately when it senses its in the drivers seat of a car so people wont be accessing their stupidass emails whist driving.
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On December 28th, some ding dong rear ended me at a stoplight. She was blabbing on her stupid cellphone.
I hope to Christ the new Mac cellphone is a bluetooth or on regular phone mode disables itself immediately when it senses its in the drivers seat of a car so people wont be accessing their stupidass emails whist driving.
I don't but I beep at anyone that is. Keeps em on their toes.
I also like honking at people on their cell phones. Especially pedestrians that are not paying attention. For some reason they are always running into the street, at night, wearing black, trying to make the light that already turned green.
OTOH, it finally explained to me why cell phones have loudspeaker mode *at all*... never did get that before.
Most people can't drive well without talking... how can they drive while being distracted?
A smart person knows his/hers/its limits.
Like I said, it's totally dependent on the individual. When I used to watch TV with one of my ex-girlfriends, she'd be like: "what do you think of this commercial?", me: "I've never seen it before", her: "what do you mean, it's already been on 3 times during this program"; me: "do you seriously listen to the commercials while watching TV?" After having the same conversation numerous times over many months, I just realized our brains were wired totally differently. She just couldn't avoid listening to the commercials, and I just automatically tune them out.
Different people have different personal risks for driving (just like any other task). I expend a lot of energy on attentiveness while driving, but that usually means I'm exhausted after driving 2-3 hours. Others don't put that much energy into it (which IMHO is bad), but while I might be the better driver for those first few hours, get to hour 4, 5, 6 of a long drive and they're a better driver than me. Our laws and how they interact with the auto insurance system force us to treat everyone the same when we probably shouldn't.
"Hold on a second. I have to shift!"
I've had that happen to me while on the phone with a friend. She's not the best driver to begin with and she chose to talk to my while driving a manual.
I made a wrong turn in Boston a couple of weeks ago and waited until I could pull off into a parking space before daring to try to call someone for corrective directions -- the traffic around me was way too frenetic and impatient to even think about making a call while still moving.
Nick
This morning a woman on the train was talking so loudly on her phone that I had to say something. So I told her that her conversation really wasn't that interesting, which got her to cut the volume by about two thirds.
Let me guess. "Hi. I'm on the train. The train. I take the train to work. The train. To work. Yea. I'm on the train ..."
I've had that happen to me while on the phone with a friend. She's not the best driver to begin with and she chose to talk to my while driving a manual.
Haha.
It gets bad when you have a spicy chicken sandwich in one hand, the phone in another, a few fingers on the wheel while turning at an intersection, and shifting somehow.
If you're a Darwin award contender, go ahead and phone-drive... but you may kill someone else in the process.
How do you like them apples?
I....How do you like them apples?
I love them Apples.
Let me guess. "Hi. I'm on the train. The train. I take the train to work. The train. To work. Yea. I'm on the train ..."
I hear that a lot, but this time it was way more pretentious. It was an interior designer or a real estate agent talking about staging the kitchen for a client. She looked a little crushed when I told her she wasn't that interesting.