Don't Text and Drive
My iPhone dinged and I looked over from my steering wheel to see a heart pop up next to the text I'd sent my boyfriend. Then the message appeared "I can't wait to see you tonight. My turn to cook."
I reached over and grabbed the phone from its cradle as I slowed to stop at the light. Everyone was stopped at a green light in front of me. I hadn't noticed, distracted by my internal fantasy and love note.
Looking around, I saw on the other side of the street, facing the other direction, a black truck was flipped upside down, windows open, airbags deployed. The front end was smashed and several people were huddled together on the street corner next to the totaled truck, their iPhones to their ears, tensely staring at each other.
One line of cars was moving through the green light, and I didn't want to be one of those passersby that gawk at the accident and hold up traffic. So I cut across to the moving lane and continued to school. I didn't want to be late to class, after all. As I walked across campus with my face buried in my phone like all the other students I passed, I thought "There hadn't been any other cars involved in that accident. What happened? Were they texting and driving? Did they get distracted while making a tight turn?"
I bumped into a pole in front of me and dropped my phone.
"That could have been me!" I thought, picking up my phone and shoving it in my backpack just as I heard it ping.
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