Do you ever notice how we don’t really notice things around us?
That’s good news for people who don’t want to be noticed but — short of harping on our inability to multitask — we just zone out too much at the wrong times.
I was on GA 400 about 7 p.m. this week, heading home. Although ready at a moment’s notice to respond to any crime, or maybe not, I was headed north. Traffic was light and everyone was doing the speed limit, which was about 80 that night. Up ahead, traffic was slowing down in the left lane. Cars were darting around a car. The car looked as if it were was breaking down and coasting to a stop.
Nope. He was on the phone.
Yep. He was on the phone and totally tuned out as he sputtered along in the left lane at just under 50 mph. This guy looked like he was practically taking a nap. His head was back on the headrest and his elbow was propped up on the top of the door frame and he was just blabbing away.
Now that’s okay on some roads, but even 55 mph is just barely getting it over the Mendoza Line (go ahead and Google it) for cars driving on 400. Would you please at least pull over to the right lane if you’re going to putter along?
The phones vs. the phone-nots
I don’t like to talk on the phone. I don’t like to talk on the cell phone in the car because I’m not good at it. I have talked my way two exits past where I should have gotten off. I don’t do well on the phone in the car.
I know people who actually like talking on the phone. What is wrong with them? I see people talking on the phone in the checkout line of the store and you’d think there was no magic electronic device that amplifies the voice by the way they’re talking. Everyone in the #&%^!*$ store knows about their sister-in-law’s affair!
People will talk on the phone while the cop is pulling them over:
They talk on the phone in the bathroom. (That’s wrong on two levels. First, I don’t want to talk to you when you’re going to the bathroom. And, second, if you can’t multitask well, this isn’t the place to have problems.)
Sometimes we have to talk on the phone, like when you can’t figure out how else to get out of talking on the phone.
But if you’re one of those — yes, those people — who get in the car and then have to dial up someone for mindless conversation, then try satellite radio. (By the way, my wife recommends the Margaritaville channel because she recommends Margaritaville everything.)
If you insist on babbling in the car, let me suggest one thing: Look in the mirrors! If you look in the rear-view mirror and you see 50 cars piled up behind you, you may have accidentally gone to the head of the line in a funeral procession. Or you just might be a bit distracted and traveling about 30 mph under the speed limit.
Also, look around you. You don’t want to miss all those folks flipping you off as they pass on the right.