Texting

As I sat on the hell that is the I-35E off ramp going at a rate of speed that would match Abe Vigoda's current sprint record I took a glimpse in the rear view mirror. The girl, who seemed to be about my age, wasn't looking at the car in front of her (me) and was fixing her gaze in her lap.

Great. She's texting while driving.

I took more notice of her waiting for her to park her vehicle in my trunk, but she decided that texting wasn't her only multi-tasking skill. She brought up her cell phone, smiled at it, and then placed it in her lap.

She's sending cell pics of herself. Awesome.

Of course that picture didn't seem to do her looks justice as she took more and more pics of her smiling self. Amazingly this did not seem to hinder her ability to operate a motor vehicle. Obviously she was sending these to a potential suitor, or a far off significant other who wanted a glimpse of her, but although I couldn't help think if this was the result of something scandalous and I attempted to put my cynicism to rest. After her 14th pic she seemed to have picked a winner and sent it to her intended.

I should have just got out of my car and offered my photographic assistance.

"Texting is not flirting, if you don't care about me enough to say the words than that's not love, I don't like it." - Lauren Graham