I have a favor to ask of you. It’s an easy one. Really.
Please don’t text and drive.
Most of you are probably saying some version of “No, duh, Tara” in your head.
But I feel like I notice more drivers texting at the wheel all the time – and it’s not just stereotypical 17-year-old girls.
I’d say I notice someone texting nearly every day I’m in the car. Usually it’s a driver with her or his head hunched furtively down while at a stop light or a long wait to turn out of a parking lot.
But probably once a week I see someone texting in a truly egregious manner.
Earlier this spring, it was a 40-something woman I could tell was texting behind me at a stoplight on busy Route 38 in West Chicago. Soon enough, she was speeding past me in the other lane, texting all the way!
A couple weeks after that, a woman who resembled my elderly high school English teacher stopped about 10 car lengths before the light on Third Street in downtown Geneva to either text or dial on her cell phone. I was waiting to back out of a parking spot, and eventually did just that – since she didn’t seem to be interested in moving her car – and of course only then did she notice the huge space and laid on the horn at me. Because obviously I was the one not paying attention.
But the worst case I’ve seen, so far at least, was on Interstate 88. When a 20-something woman passed me in the other lane, I could see as plain as day that she had arms extended through her wheel so she could steer with her elbows while holding her cell phone above the wheel so she could text. Sigh. I don’t know why I didn’t think to call 911.
When it comes to driving, I’ve always been on the safe, cautious side. But of course that tendency only got stronger once I was carrying my precious cargo in a carseat in the back.