Let me set the stage. It was around 6pm, give or take, and rush hour traffic in this rural area was not very heavy. The speed limit was 70mph and most people were pushing past that a bit.
We were driving in the middle lane of the three that are there. We noticed a silver Buick Lucerne hanging out in the left lane up ahead. Car after car came up behind it, slowed down, waited, and then finally passed on the right.
As we approached the car we were guessing that about who the driver could be. I figured it was an elderly driver. Whoever it was didn’t get the concept that the left lane is the high speed, or passing, lane.
The person wasn’t old, not at all. It was a young woman with apparently better things to do than pay attention to the road.
Her right hand, which held a cell phone, was resting on the top of the steering wheel. She had her sun visor down and the cover of the vanity mirror on it flipped open. And, she was leaning up to the mirror putting a contact in! All at seventy plus miles per hour!
We couldn’t get away from her fast enough.
I’m still shaking my head.