I recently flew to the midwest to visit my mother (in a nursing home with end-stage Alzheimer's, but that's a different topic) and the last leg of the journey was in a very small aircraft over familiar territory. I was absently enjoying the neat farms with their strips of corn and hay laid out neatly . . . and then we flew over a farm where the corn seemed to follow no particular order. The rows wandered aimlessly, in one case running right through the middle of a field of hay. The farm house kinda looked familiar . . . .
The next day, I happened upon my cousin when I dropped by to visit my favorite aunt. I asked about his corn fields, and he instantly flushed bright red. "Uh, yeah," he stammered. "Texting while driving the tractor." When I laughed and said I hoped the child in question had learned his lesson, my cousin turned even redder. "That was me," he admitted sheepishly. "Fighting with Chris via text."
The guy who runs the street sweeper through our parking garage at work rammed a support beam while texting, looked up, backed off and then sideswiped it again while continuing to text. I guess now I'll believe DH's explanation about how the dent in his car magically appeared while it was parked at work!
A guy who picks up the trash with those enormous bins . . . walking down the hall with one hand on the bin and the other -- you guessed it -- texting. I've noticed that most of the other folks who use those back elevators know to stay out of his way.
A nurse, thumbs working continuously as she instructed her orientee how to titrate the vasoactive drips. I'm not sure she was following the thread of either conversation accurately, and I cannot help but wonder how it looked to the patient's family.
What's you're favorite texting while working story?