I noticed a trend. A dozen drivers were on their cellphones, while driving. Talking and driving. Driving on the Long Island Expressway is bad enough, but this cellphone craze is dangerous. One man was on his cellphone. Another man was eating while driving a third man gawking at photos on his iPhone. Another texting. I thought, can’t they wait until they are home and not driving? Is it really that important or necessary to text while driving?

Why can’t people simply wait to use their phone? Just then, my phone buzzed. At first, I tried to ignore it. It kept buzzing. I said to myself, “Ignore it,” but it kept ringing. It is Sylvia. Wonder what she wants? Is it important? I will call her when I get home, the phone kept buzzing. My anxiety increased. I had to pull over to answer the phone. However, the phone was busy.

I became increasingly curious. I must call her back. I want to know what is happening. Is something wrong? Did I do or say something wrong? It is not like her calling me in the middle of a workday. Company policy states no personal phone calls from work unless it is an emergency.

My anxiety increased. I kept calling. No response. The phone just buzzed busily. My anxiety increased. This must be an emergency. So, I stormed home. Once home, “Sylvia! Sylvia! Sylvia! What is wrong?”

“Nothing. I just had to call you to wish you a Happy Birthday.”

But that is the day after tomorrow.