For heaven's sake, get off the darn phone. Yes, I'm talking to you, the lady going 31 in a 35 zone and slowing down even as I creep up behind her.
Call your friend later.
And you, guy driving the big almost-semi truck. Really? You could barely make it around the corner but you felt free to drive with one hand and carry on a cell phone conversation at the same time? Surely, you could have called them later.
Oh, you're not off the hook either, lady who pulled out right in front of me. Didn't see me did you? Well, I WAS THERE. Lucky for you I wasn't on the phone.
All this happened in a 10 minute trip to and from the grocery store. I'm sure glad I don't drive to work any more.