I recently stopped at a well-known chain restaurant to enjoy a small vanilla chocolate-dipped cone and quickly answer several text messages I had received en route. Call me old-fashioned, but, unlike the entire under-25 population, I still consider it more prudent to text while stopped instead of while maneuvering 2,000 pounds of steel, wheel and gasoline down the roadway. So I found a seat, ate my cone and got to work. As I thumbed away at my texts, three adults — two men and a ...
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