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If you're driving and you're on a cell phone, I'm not waving you in.

It's poetic in its simplicity and tremendous in its repercussions.

There are plenty of moments when you are forced into a submissive role when driving: waiting to make a turn, or trying to change lanes, or backing out of a space. All control is out of your hands. Frustrations mounts as you are completely helpless. Your fate lies is handled by your fellow drivers.

This doctrine occurred to me on my daily commute as I passed an intersection where a car in the opposing lane was trying to make a left turn. The sorry schmuck also happened to be on the cell phone. I usually try to spread the love and give someone a break at this intersection, but not this guy. I realized if I did let him in, he wouldn't be able to recognize my gesture with a courtesy wave. That wave is critical. Without it, I am left jaded, irked. How many times have you let someone merge into your lane and you didn't get a wave? Drives me bonkers. So I didn't wave him in. Commence the revolution.

It may not seem like much, but if this catches on, imagine a world where people stop their conversation to pay attention to the road. We're already one step closer to utopia.

Next up: If someone's got one of those silly-ass BlueTooth ear pieces attached to her head, I'm not holding the door for her. SLAM!