Pulled up at the lights in the second lane of a busy three-lane road the other day to find myself boxed in by telephonic transgressors.
To my left, a middle-aged man was having an animated discussion on his hand-held cell, while to my right a young woman was not only chatting but peering closely at her eyeliner in the rearview mirror. Then behind me, I spied a fast-approaching Bimmer: thank goodness, he didn’t need his hands to brake because he too looked like he was tearing a strip off somebody on his phone!
What drives-u-crazy?