This is a rerun. I first published in May of 2010. I think you’ll get a kick out of it. And when you’re done, I’ll tell ya why I’m running it again!
Talking on the cell phone while driving isn’t illegal in Texas yet, but that’s not much of a defense. I don’t advocate the practice. In fact, just last Wednesday I grumbled at someone who pulled in front of me on the highway because he was paying more attention to his cell phone than he was to my fast-approaching car. Actually, I don’t think “grumbled” is accurate. “Grumbled” implies I muttered under my breath about moronic drivers. No, I pretty much hollered at him through the windshield: Get off the phone, you moron! Not that he could hear, but it helped ease my hammering heart.
Granted, on long stretches of empty highway, I’ve been known to call a friend or two. I chat, but I never punch in the number while I’m driving, and I cut the call off when I enter traffic or a town. I always try to be careful.
Usually, if my cell phone gets used, it’s because I’m placing a call. No one ever calls me, primarily because we don’t get a signal out where we live, so hearing my ring tone always takes me by surprise. Last Thursday, for instance, Mom and I were sitting at the IHOP in Bryan having our midmorning syrup fix when my phone started singing. I looked around, trying to figure out where the noise was coming from and pinpointed its location in my purse.
The restaurant was a safe place to have a conversation, and Mom didn’t mind since the call was from her nurse. But later in the day, we were in deep, hectic, college-kid traffic on University Drive, and my phone went off again.
Let me interrupt here and get this off my chest: Drivers licenses should never be issued to people who believe themselves invincible. You know the ones. They’re convinced of their own immortality and equally convinced that if you’re not immortal, you shouldn’t be on the road anyway. Folks like that shouldn’t be given cars and trucks. It’s just too dangerous for the rest of us. (And there’s my pet peeve of the day).
Anyway, like I said, my phone rang–twice in one day! Unheard of!
As I negotiated traffic, I searched my purse for the cell and poked the button to answer. Of course, what I should’ve done was to let Mom answer for me. Or to see who it was and call back. Or virtually anything other than answer. But I answered, and who would’ve believed it? It was Pam from ACFW telling me The Cat Lady’s Secret was a finalist in the Genesis Contest!
It’s hard to jump up and down in a car. Just so ya know.
I held the phone away from my face and shouted Woo-hoo! a couple of times before trying to catch the rest of what Pam was saying. I still don’t remember what all she said. My attentions were split between wanting to do somersaults and needing to turn toward our destination. I managed to make the turn without running a red light or getting anyone killed, but I landed in the wrong lane. I was in the turn lane, but we were supposed to go straight. Which I did.
The guy in the black Chevy honked and was undoubtedly hollering at his windshield, Get off the phone, you moron!
He’ll get over it.
I’m a finalist in the 2010 Genesis Contest!
I didn’t win, but what an honor it was!
So, do you have an idea of why I’m rerunning the post?
And I’ll be doing all sorts of fun stuff between now and then, including the “Cat in a Coffee Cup Giveaway” on June 12th, where I’ll be giving away a new coffee mug every twenty-five minutes for two hours! It’s gonna be a blast!
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