>Stupid question (and you may not be able to answer it), but exactly
>*WTF* is so compelling about these conversations that they can't wait
>utill the driving is done???
Beats me. It may simply be that the general population is conditioned
to answer any phone when it rings. They're like a pack of drooling
Pavlovian dogs - when the bell rings, they MUST answer it, no matter
what else they might be doing at the time. Personally, unless I happen
to have brought along my BT headset, I'll just let the call go to
voice mail. I won't even look to see who called until I'm safely
stopped somewhere, and I definitely won't return the call until I've
either arrived at my destination or at least pulled completely off the
road. The few times I do bring the BT headset are when I'm picking the
wife up at the airport or something like that - and in those cases the
conversations are VERY brief, just long enough to find out that the
plane has landed and is on its way to the gate or somesuch.
However, I've come to realize that I am an anomaly. ;)

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necromancer - 10 Apr 2006 20:07 GMT
> Scott en Aztlán:
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> However, I've come to realize that I am an anomaly. ;)
You're not that much of an anomaly, Scott. :) There are only a couple of
numbers (literally) that will get me to answer my phone while driving
and initiating a call while in motion is out of the question. Everyone
else waits untill I get to my destination, park the car and shut down
the engine before the call gets returned.
Doug - 11 Apr 2006 00:24 GMT
>> Scott en Aztlán:
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> Everyone else waits untill I get to my destination, park the car and
> shut down the engine before the call gets returned.
Then there was the most considerate cell phone user I encountered
Saturday. They had pulled over and stopped their car to talk on the
phone. Unforunately, they only pulled halfway off the road and were
still in the travel lane. They did this 15 yards past a blind 90 degree
curve. And I had a mini-bus (only seats 10) full of little old ladies on
their way home from lunch, one in a wheel chair. Glad I creep around
that curve anyway, I would have had blue hair in the asile. Not to
mention all the doggie bags.
Doug