How many more young drivers would she see talking on the phone or texting before she came upon one that was actually just driving.
She honked and getting the girl’s attention she mouthed, “Stop that!” as she signed with her hands the texting motion.
The girl sneered and looked back down into her lap as the light turned green.
The old woman continued driving, focusing on the heavy traffic, and lost sight of the girl. When she arrived home she wrote down the licence plate and make of car, she had every intention of calling it in - she always did; not to be mean, but in hopes that it might save a life.
And, as luck would have it, the girl arrived home in one piece.
The girl was always home first given the time school let out and when her mother left work; time enough to raid the fridge for a snack - she knew dinner would still be a while.
The girl sent another text to confirm her earlier message that the evening plans had been fixed; they would all be meeting at their favourite club tonight.
A phone call and several texts later the knock on the front door aroused her attention.
Almost bumping into a wall that had jumped out in front of her, as she texted her way to the front door, the young woman opened the door and thought, shit, that old bitch called the cops on me, damn, mom’s gonna be pissed.
Standing there, on the front porch, were two police officers, a man and a woman. They asked her her name and then asked if they could come in and talk with her.
The girl obliged and showed them into the living room; she figured maybe her luck would continue and she could sweet talk her way out of a ticket and have them gone before mom got home from work.
The officers looked at her and at each other, simultaneously asking her to sit down; the female sat down beside her while the male officer turned his back to them.
He heard the breaking of his partner's voice and hoped she could deliver the news, she needed the experience - it would be tough.
“I have some very bad news, your mother was in a car accident,” the officer took a deep breath and continued, “she did not survive...I’m so sorry.” She inhaled and tried to steady her breathing - would giving such horrific news ever get easier.
“How?” was all that came out of the girl’s mouth as she began to sob.
“Your mother was hit, driver’s side, by a girl who was distracted while texting and didn’t see her,” came the chilling words from the male officer as he turned to face the girl.
He took a long heavy breath and paused, trying to mask his disdain, then continued, “And, she was texting you...in reply to your invitation to go out tonight. We have the text on her phone.”
So, what do you think about texting while driving?