Driving Home The Point

(My friend loves to text and drive. One day we are in the car with both our sons in the back. She starts to text.)

Me: “Stop texting.”

Her: “Stop f***ing telling me what to do.”

Me: “Sorry for not wanting you to get in a wreck with my son in the car.”

Her: “I only do it when I know I’ve got it and I’m not going to wreck.”

Me: “I bet everyone who died from texting and driving said the same thing.”

Her: “Whatever. I’m a good driver.”

Me: “Yeah, but not everyone else is.”

(She still texts and drives, and I hope nothing ever happens.)