In looking back, I see that I did not include the tale of the crazy driver. On my way up to Big Rapids on Monday afternoon, I noticed a car weaving all over the road, speeding up, slowing down, going off on the shoulder, veering into the other lane. I finally got up alongside the car and saw that the (female) driver was looking at a catalog that she had propped on her steering wheel, and with her right hand, she was texting on her cell phone. Probably ordering her Christmas gifts. Geez.
One of my students (upon being told this tale) repeated this bon mot: Honk if you love Jesus. Text if you want to meet Him.
There have indeed been lots of teen drivers killed because they were trying to text and drive. Whoever invented text-messaging created a monster. There is a special place in hell for that person, surrounded by all the dead people walking around text-messaging and running into each other like zombies.
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