Actually, this is not just for the woman who ran me off the road this morning during my morning run. This is for all texter/drivers:
In my dream world, we'll find an island and create a country just for you, where you can all text and drive and run each other off the road until you are all extinct.
But we all know THAT isn't going to happen, so here's an alternative scenario: That you only kill yourself and maybe a member or two of YOUR family, and not me or anyone that I love.
So feel free to load your kids into your car, head out at 3:00 am, run her up to 90 and then send an all-too-important-it-just-can't-wait text message to your beer swilling buddy or your girlfriend who you met at Zumba class.
When your car goes hurtling off the road, into a pole and results in your fiery death, there will no doubt be articles in your local newspaper about what a great person and parent you were and what a tragedy it is that you and your family are dead.
But we'll know better. We'll know that the rest of us were spared from the life-threatening effects of your narcissistic, "the rules don't apply to me" attitude. Too bad your kids had to die with you, but, hey, that text WAS really, REALLY important. We're sure it was worth it.
Offended? Good. I hope it shocks you into stopping your illegal, dangerous behavior so that you and your family can live happy, healthy lives as civilized members of our community.
Still not persuaded? Well, then, I repeat: F*ck you.