The other day, I saw a young lady driving her white Yaris up Two-Mile Hill during Whitehorse's rush minute while she was texting on her phone. From the bottom right to the top of the hill, she was texting. I never once saw her look above her steering wheel.
When I commuted in Ottawa, I saw some people doing some dumb things in rush-hour traffic: reading books, applying make-up, shaving, etc., but to their credit, the traffic was never traveling above 10 km/h. Heck, I even wrote a blog entry on my laptop in the vehicle line at a Canada/US border crossing once. What makes this different is that the young lady was doing it at about 80 km/h on a winding road with intersections known for their high accident rates. Just how urgently important could that message have been?! Phone them instead! It's safer! (I can't believe I just said that.)
Sometimes I wish I had the authority to take away drivers' licenses.
In the meantime, I'll keep my eyes on the Darwin Awards. I'm sure she'll turn up there eventually.