I also curse alone in the car

Another in an occasional series about irritating drivers.

I followed a car yesterday that moved well below the speed limit and repeatedly careened from edge to edge of our lane. When I passed, I saw why.

The driver clasped the steering wheel with one hand. He’d given his other hand and both eyes – and three-quarters of his attention – to his smartphone.

So, of course, I cursed. Because cursing while cocooned alone in your car solves all problems.

#@!%&*@!

In simpler times, I saved my motorist’s ire for drivers who don’t signal turns. Activating blinkers is a courtesy to other motorists. It eliminates uncertainty. It adds a measure of safety.

And flicking the turn-signal stalk requires little physical effort and, once you’ve trained the brain, zero mental effort. A low-cost kindness for others.

I blink when alone at intersections. At night. In the middle of nowhere.

Yes, I also curse alone in the car. So w-e-i-r-d.

But turn-signal apathy is nothing next to phone driving. Dare I say it? Blinker bums mostly irritate. Car phoners may kill – and do, sometimes themselves.

I’m weird. They’re selfish killers.

Which are you?