Here’s a fairly random post, but bear with me.

So I escaped from work for a few minutes today in order to make a sandwich run. On the way, I turned the radio on to “Talk of the Nation”–they’re talking about distracted driving laws. And it’s a call in show, you know, so the host Neal Conan posed this slightly odd question: “What’d make you stop texting while driving?” I say “slightly odd”, because if you text while you drive, then you’re already too stupid to make common sense, responsible decisions. The only thing likely to make you stop is you get in an accident and maybe kill somebody. You can listen to the segment here.

Anyway, the first caller was a woman who claimed that she has figured out how to text and drive at the same time: “I have my 10 year-old daughter for a secretary.” She proceeded to then explain that which really doesn’t need to be explained, but the curious thing about it was that the entire time she was elaborating–and keep in mind this is a national program listened to by people everywhere–she sounded extremely distracted.

For example, when Neal Conan told her that she was on the air, she didn’t respond right away. It sounded as though she was putting the phone aside to talk to somebody else. Maybe this is just me, but if my call gets answered on a nationally syndicated program, I’ve got one thing at that moment to which I need to be paying attention: the fact that I’m speaking on a nationally syndicated program. But for this woman, it was clear that her mind was only half on her present major activity. So I’m thinking, “Jesus, lady, you’re the last person in the world who should be paying attention to anything besides the road when you’re behind the wheel of a car.”

But finally, I arrive at the reason I’m bringing this up. At some point, we start hearing from her end, “Who are you talking to? Who are you talking to? Who’s on the phone? Who are you talking to?” First in the background, and then I believe this little girl’s voice appeared on a second line in the house. The 10 year-old daughter, right? Who then proceeds to co-opt the conversation to Neal Conan’s chagrin, but apparently, not really to the mother’s, since she never corrected this behavior.

Now, is it just me, or does that kid need to go take a time out? I’m sorry, but by 10 years old, you know better than that. And as I was sitting there in my car thinking nasty thoughts both about this woman and her daughter, I began to wonder if maybe I’m some sort of psycho, and maybe other people would find this to be cute, playful behavior. Not me, though. All I heard was an obnoxious attention-whore of a little girl.