A few nights ago my always-looking-out-for-me wife told me I needed to sit down and watch a particular episode of Oprah with her. Now let’s be clear – I’ve been there done that with the Big O (in that sentence “big” refers to her being HYPER-FAMOUS and INSANELY-WEALTHY, it had nothing to do with girth). Over the years I’ve seen a few of her shows that I thought were awful good, and I’ve also seen a few that I thought were, well, awful. This particular show was about the dangers of cell-phoning (texting and yapping) while driving. Of course the way Oprah makes her point is with multiple real-life stories. After a few of these incredibly depressing, but sobering accounts, Traci had to stop me from using a sledge-hammer on my phone. Do not question the effectiveness of Oprah’s producers and her “how do you feel…” questions aimed at tearful guests.
I am sold.
I do text and drive, sometimes e-mail, sometimes IM, sometimes Facebook.
I won’t do that anymore – and suggest you do the same.
My hat tip to Harpo. And gracias to the Mrs HTF, who is right more often than I care to admit.