The idea for this strip came to me while I was driving up Santa Monica Bl. The driver in front of me swerved back and forth in our lane, almost sideswiping first a bicyclist and then a bus. That’s when I noticed he was holding his phone to his ear with his right hand, and flicking ashes from a lit cigarette he was holding in his left. I don’t even want to think about what he was using to stear.
Naturally, my first thought was wouldn’t it be funny if I were to twit about this (my refusal to say “tweet” here will surely secure my rep as a nonconformist. Or so I’m told). So after a while, when traffic slowed to a crawl and I found myself stuck at a really, really long red light, I whipped out my iPhone and typed what you see in today’s strip. Within two minutes I had half a dozen Twitter replies and about two dozen e-mails and Facebook messages mostly from people who seemed to be picturing me knocking over mailboxes as I careened toward a gruesome death at 80 miles per hour. Greatest. Twit. Ever.