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My kids will respond to a text right away usually. My daughter will seldom answer her phone.


As I understand it, when there's a traffic accident, the FIRST order of business is to call... um, I forget, a lawyer? your insurance provider?... to come and document the scene in order to prove later that you weren't at fault and/or were injured. Many accidents, of course, involve bikes. The cyclists will often remain on the ground until their posse gets there. Traffic be damned.
Nice picture, Doni.
*knocks on wood* I haven't been in a crash since the days before cell phones, so I can't say about now, but then, the lady I hit (my 1983 Blazer was out of brake fluid) lied to the police when she did file her report, and b/c her account conflicted with me and the three witnesses her case was thrown out and I was off the hook. The lack of technology saved my arse that day.
*knocks on wood* I haven't been in a crash since the days before cell phones, so I can't say about now, but then, the lady I hit (my 1983 Blazer was out of brake fluid) lied to the police when she did file her report, and b/c her account conflicted with me and the three witnesses her case was thrown out and I was off the hook. The lack of technology saved my arse that day.


I might be weird and it can be annoying, but most of the time I like it when people talk on their phones and I can hear them. Anything I can hear without making an effort--like eavesdropping--is fair game as far as I'm concerned--for my listening entertainment, and it is, it really is sometimes. I like to hear people talk when they don't know I'm listening. I'm nosy and I like to hear what their saying and I like to hear all different kinds of people talk for writing dialogue. Talk in front of me and it goes in my ears, my brain, my mind, my journal, my books--all there for the taking. So gab away guy with the loud voice two tables over--I'm taking notes. :)

I've said this before but I'll say it again. I have a colleague who prob graduated high school in 2003 and college in 2007. He can not have a full conversation with me without texting and checking his phone compulsively. It makes my skin crawl.

Ha! Kevin, kevin, kevi....oh wait! What's this? Someone else wants to communicate with me?
*wanders off*
*wanders off*
Chances are, if I did crash my bike, the cell would be the first casualty, anyways.