When was the last time you were frightened? The shaking-in-your-boots kind of fear.
The kind that leaves you breathless. Anxious. And worried.
I felt that way this weekend, and honestly, it was my fault.
There, I feel so much better admitting it. (No, I don’t, but I’m trying to be a Big Girl!)
I was driving Mom’s Fancy Pants car, chauffeuring her to various grocery stores so she could save a nickel here and a dollar there, when my cell phone rang the oh-so-familiar Notre Dame “Victory March.”
It was Domer!
And I had to talk to him. He’d spent the weekend with one of his college buddies in farther parts of The Land of the North and was returning home on the highway. He needed me to keep him company. To make certain he got there, safe and sound.
So I was yakking away when from the corner of my eye, I spied a local police car, who immediately pulled in behind me.
I told Domer I had to hang up, but he was in the middle of a story, one I wanted to hear.
And we kept yakking.
Eventually, I hung up and stopped at a red light. Officer By-the-Book whipped into the lane beside me and instructed me to lower my window.
He reminded me that Illinois law — new as of Jan. 1, 2014 — mandates that cell phone use while driving is illegal.
I tried to explain why I had to talk to my son, but he wasn’t having any of it.
‘No, you don’t,’ he said. ‘You pull over and talk, or the next time, it’s a $120 fine.’
So any of you driving through Illinois are forewarned — NO CELL PHONES (unless, of course, you’d like to contribute to our shrinking state coffers!)