Our cars are an extension of our living room.

Ever notice how our cars have become an extension of our living room? During my commute along Bangerter Hwy some time back, I was passing a car that was in the left lane going about 10 mph slower than the traffic flow. As I look over to him, I notice he is holding his cell phone to his ear with his left hand, cigarette burning in his fingers, the seat is reclined to the point he can just see over the dashboard and his right arm and hand is stretched over the passenger seat, and his right hand animated as he talks. I assume he was steering with his knees. Or maybe he uses Viagra and has it attached to the steering wheel? All this at 45mph. I was waiting for him to reach for popcorn.

On another day, as I was approaching 35th south on Bangerter, a mini van pulls up with an obese woman driving, holding a drink and cigarette in the left hand and the cell phone to her ear with the right hand, and maybe six or seven kids in the back jumping around, un-belted, with the windows down - not to worry, I can always make more.

A few months ago I pass a slow moving car that was weaving back and forth in its lane; I notice a woman reading a book while driving, again at about 40 mph. I hope it was a scary story, because it scared the shit out of me.

Of course I see women putting on makeup, men shaving, young kids texting, and adults talking on their cell phones every day. With all this going on, why don't I get the pleasure of some babe flashing me??? For that I would not get so upset at their driving. Come on, show some tit and I'll forgive you texting on your phone. Hell give me a full moon and I'll let you text, smoke, and drink while driving. If you're going to screw up my commute, then give me something to be happy about.

Oh well, I'll keep my distance and hope we don't make contact, physically that is.