Nothing irritates me more than texting while driving. It’s a thing with me. I get much angrier than I should. The amount of anger that washes over me is so grotesquely out of proportion to the offense being committed that I consider this one of my problems. When I see someone texting behind the wheel, my first impulse is to run them off the road. That would be crazy. Right?
The bus drivers who take me in and out of the city on a daily basis are not a happy bunch. It’s a difficult job. They’re not looking to make any new friends. They mostly come off as being curt, edgy and are prone to scowl and grunt at you as you climb aboard. It’s all your fault.
But one guy makes an effort to be customer-friendly. Always a greeting. Big smile on his face. A real sweetheart.
So what do I do when I find this gentle soul amongst a team of marauding huns texting while driving a bus load of lemmings?
Do I send these photos to the bus company, which will probably get him fired? Or let it go and be glad I survived the incident?