where's six feet under when you need it? - texting in traffic

Six Feet Under ended too soon, if only because there are so many more opening minutes out there in the world. (For those of you who have never seen the show, someone always died in the opening minutes of the show. The writers got more and more --and sometimes overly-- creative each week coming up with a quirky kind of death, an interesting set up or a goofy twist to keep the viewer guessing.)

Since last Friday's commute home I have witnessed three different instances of people text messaging in dangerous situations: a guy in Chelsea texting as he crossed a very busy 8th Avenue, a girl texting on the steps up out of the subway station during rush hour (dangerous if only because the angry mob behind her on the steps nearly dragged her up to street level and lynched her), and worst of all, on the New York Thruway, yes, a driver texting as she was driving!

Wouldn't you be pissed off if you were assigned to be guardian angel to one of these idiots? I see would-be dead people all the time in the City, wondering how they've lived into adulthood. In fact, there is plenty of material all around me for this to become a recurring post.