The phone rang as I happened to be near the office of Little A's pediatrician, which is close to the office of the secretary of the physician that was calling me.
I was at a four-way stop in the complex.
My blinker was flashing right and I turned left.
The man at the opposing stop sign shook his head at me, the disbelief and contempt unmistakable, likely blaming my errant turn on my preoccupation with my phone rather than focusing on the most elementary routines of driving.
It wasn't the phone distracting me, mister.
It was the words being said to me on the phone.
"The real troubles
in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind
that blind side you at 4 PM on some idle Tuesday."
Mary Schmich of the Chicago Tribune, Wear Sunscreen Commencement Speech, 1998.
It was a Tuesday.