Note to daft drivers on Hwy 99E at rush hour, in the traffic, fog, damp and dark: hang the fuck up. Then you won’t almost hit me so often. I realize I’m a lowly pedestrian, but I’d like to live and not have my last image be of your distracted ass with your cell phone glued to your ear by the hand that should be, I dunno, controlling your car. That includes you, glib pixie-ish early-20-something girl in Honda Civic.