I live in a small town in West Virginia, population around 19,000.
It’s not New York or Washington. It’s not even Peoria or Pocatello or
Kalamazoo. We had a large glass factory once but it closed in 1982, and several
coal mines have also closed. As far as commerce is concerned, Walmart is the
big attraction.
In other words, there’s not a whole lot going on here day to
day, so it makes me wonder: Why are
people always talking on the phone?
It’s against the law in West Virginia to talk or text on a
mobile phone while driving a car, although hands-free
devices are allowed. It became a primary offense in 2013, meaning cops can pull you over for
doing it and give you a ticket. Before that, they could only cite you if you
were caught while doing something else, like driving your car into a tree or
over a cliff.
Yesterday afternoon, I was almost run over in the Walmart
parking lot by a woman driving a car, backing blindly out of a parking space
and talking on the phone. After she almost hit me, she smiled, mouthed the word
“sorry” and kept right on talking as she drove away.
BREAKING NEWS: People are not obeying this law.
Before this new law took effect, I used to walk three miles
a day. Sometimes I’d play a little game. I’d count 20 cars driving past me me
on the street and mentally record how many of the drivers were talking on the
phone. Want to guess what I observed?
(Waiting…)
I observed that approximately one of every five drivers who
passed me on the street was talking on a mobile phone. That’s 20% or four of
every 20. It didn’t matter what time of day I took my walk. This was happening
in the morning, afternoon and evening, weekdays and weekends all the same, on Main
Street and in residential neighborhoods.
Once, while walking along in broad daylight on a sunny day, I
had to jump into my neighbor’s yard to avoid being hit from behind by a woman
in a white SUV who was so busy talking on the phone she didn’t even see me. Never did.
So again I wonder: Who
is everybody talking to?
I know that some people have jobs where 8 or 10 hours aren’t enough to complete a day’s work so it carries over
into drive time going to and from the office. My boss used to really piss me
off because he’d call me almost every day while I was driving home and expect
me to take notes. I’d have to pull over when I could, or hang up and call him
back.
That still doesn’t explain why some people seem compelled to do it all… day… long. Nobody works that many hours –
especially not in this town, where a lot of people don’t even have jobs any
more.
I’ll be in the supermarket and half of the people in there
are on the phone the whole time they’re shopping. I’ll be outside in the yard
and hear someone talking, look up and it’s the mail carrier who talks
constantly while delivering the mail. He’ll hand me my bills, nod, and keep on
talking.
Are other people’s lives so interesting that they have to
call somebody at all times from wherever they are and talk about it all day? Do
they have that many friends? I have friends, too, but I don’t call any of them
every day, and never from the supermarket. Or maybe there’s something going on
that I should know about and I’m the only one who didn’t get the memo.
If you know something, please pass it on.
If you know something, please pass it on.
My family and I witnessed a bad accident on the interstate a
couple of summers ago. We were about one car removed from being involved, and I
had to hit the brakes and pull off the road quickly to keep from hitting one of
the cars. Had I been talking on a cell phone at the time, I'm not sure I could
have avoided the wreck.
I know I’m getting old and technology is starting to kick my
ass, but I do carry my iPhone with me everywhere I go. I have Twitter and
Facebook and some other apps. I send and receive text messages and play games
waiting for doctor’s appointments. I’ve even been known to call my wife from
the supermarket to ask a question about the shopping list.
But I won’t do it while driving and I firmly believe that mobile
phones should be wired so they won’t work from the driver’s side of a moving
vehicle. I also want to know who thought it was a good idea to put video
screens in cars. Even if the driver can’t see them, it has to be a distraction.
When I was a little kid, according to my parents, I rode all
the way to Florida standing up behind the front seat repeating “how many more
miles to Flow-dee?” over and over again. If I can make it to Florida without
watching “Moana” or “Finding Dory,” other people’s children can do it too.
That's all I have today. I'm hanging up now. Good-bye.
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