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Fender bender

No, It wasn’t my car, thank heavens, but that was a function of being in the right place at the right time. The poor guy driving in the lane next to me wasn’t in the right place at the right time.

I’ve mentioned before how much I despise cell phones, haven’t I? Especially when a driver is using one?

I followed a fellow for several miles on a two lane highway this morning. He was actively gabbing on the phone, not paying a whole lot of attention to driving. He sped up. He slowed down. He weaved back and forth in his lane. Then, while holding his phone to his ear, he bent over to do something and swerved right over into the right lane into the poor guy next to us. Kaboom.

They stopped, I stopped. Traffic behind us stopped. And being as how I was a witness, the guy who got slammed asked if I’d make a statement to the police that the accident was NOT his fault and the fool who hit him was talking on his cell phone. Not a problem. Glad to do it.

And I did.

The fellow on the cell phone got a citation. The fellow who got slammed didn’t. Justice was served.

I swear that talking on a cell phone while driving is just as dangerous as driving under the influence of alcohol. People need to stop doing it.

Posted on 12/12/05 at 11:39 AM
 




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