By Joe Skoog ’13
I have run into the light pole on Central and Camelback about 10 times.
Not because I can’t see it, but because I am texting.
The temptation begins.
You’re sitting with hands on the wheel in the middle of traffic when you hear the roaring vibration of your phone; in comes a new text message.
It could be your best friend asking to “chill” this weekend, possibly your dad asking in his new hip lingo “wutz up LOL?” or maybe it’s that girl you met last week who is finally texting you back.
As I hit my turn signal to switch lanes I passively check my blind spot and find the driver looking down from the wheel checking something.
Unless they are reading or playing their Nintendo DS, it is highly probable that they are texting away like there is no tomorrow.
I guess this should not bother me that much, but it does.