Interview Questions I Have Known

These are some of the most ridiculous, irrelevant questions recruiters can ask. I have answered them to best of my ability, some may be wrong, but they are my answers, and I’m sticking to them. Hopefully, I can remember the calculations for the mathematics and probability related questions when faced with them in the future. Though I enjoy trivia and puzzles, hopefully, I never will be faced with these questions more than one here for practice.

If for some reason you came in late to work (weather, woke up late, etc), how would you compensate our company for the time?  As I don’t punch a clock and usually stay late working unpaid overtime, I would bring this undocumented overtime to the attention of my supervisor, and continue working those hours.

There are 25 horses and 5 racetracks. How many races need to be run to select the top 5 horses?  One race at one track.

Having an infinite supply of water and two containers, one for 3-liters and one for 5-liters, how would you measure 4-liters?  Fill the 5-liter with water. Pour into the 3-liter and discard. Pour remaining 2-liter into the 3-liter container, mark the water level and pour back into 5-liter container. Fill a 3-liter container to 2-liter water level and pour into the 5-liter container.

You are on a game show. There are three doors. Behind one of them is a prize; the other two have coal. The host knows which door holds the prize. You choose door #1. Before it is opened, the host opens door #3 and reveals a lump of coal. You have the choice to stick with the door you chose originally or switch to door #2. What do you do?  Stick with my first choice. The host is trying to make me flinch.

Three friends with different salaries need to find out their average salary without revealing individual salaries to each other. How?  Linear algebra: (x + y + z)/3 = AVERAGE SALARY    I would ask them to enter their salary in a tapeless adding machine, then hit plus thereby clearing the digital display. After the third person entered the data, I would retrieve the total by selecting “=”, and divide that number by 3. They are not revealing their salary to any one person nor each other.

How many scale measurements does it take to know which of eight balls weighs the most?   Six
How many would 28 balls take?   Fourteen (just guessing, don’t ask for my mathematical analysis on this one)

How would you or have you ensured that you have kept Walmart’s image in the community?  I’d sponsor billboards with their logo and wear a Wal-Mart logo’d shirt 24-7.

Tell me a joke.  Clean or dirty? Punch line or one-liner? OK:
Do not argue with an idiot. He will drag you down to his level and beat you with experience.

What would you do if you caught another employee stealing?  It would depend on my position with the company, and who the other employee was. As an outsider in a family business, it is difficuliter to tell the office manager (owner’s wife) that the procurement manager (her son) is stealing.

Estimate the revenue of M&M’s in the US.  Are we talking overall? By men/women/households with or without children/ seasonally… I would call find the annual report for Mars Candy. However, as I am not in Finance, how is this relevant to the position I am applying for?

On a scale of 1-10, how confrontational are you?  I pick and choose where and how I am confrontational. If it has to do with getting between me and my cubs, don’t mess with this momma bear.

If I were to tell you that you aren’t ambitious, how would you refute me? With an above average IQ, I would just say I have a laid back style, and it is a matter of interpretaion as I have been successful in life.

If you had to eliminate one of the 50 states, which one would it be?  I would merge Missouri and Arkansas and color it blue: Missarkansas.

You are a new manager at Burger King. On your first day, your senior manager tells you that sales have dropped 50% from the previous quarter. What are the 3 questions you would ask?  Has the demographics of the area changed in the last quarter? What marketing or advertising have you or the competition done? Have you checked out your social media presence?

Estimate the number of cell phones sold every year in the US.  To confirm–we are talking about new sales, not total users? And the physical phones, not just changing service plans? Do you mean all types of mobile phones?

How many people can you fit into Texas?  At least double the current population: 25,674,681

Do you mind not seeing your family, wife, or children for weeks at a time?  I’d call it a vacation. By the way, I have a wife? Why is it always my turn to do household chores?

What was your best McGuyver moment?  Tigerpatch, aluminum soda cans and pipe clamps to fix the exhaust pipe on a 1974 Mercury Capri.

How many tennis balls are in this room and why?  Look around, can you tell me?

If you were a brick in a wall which brick would you be and why?  The cornerstone. Contains the most important information about the structure, carries it’s weight [and is the first to get layed ;-)]

How would you move Mount Fuji?  Earthquake!

If two cars are traveling in a two lap race on a track of any length, one going 60 mph and the other going 30mph, how fast will the slower car have to go to finish at the same time?  One lap at 30mpg/60mpg; one lap at 90 mpg/60 mpg

Are your parents disappointed with your career aspirations?  It is difficult to say, both are deceased.

Tell me how you would determine how many house painters there are in the United States?  Call Benjamin Moore?

What should it cost to rent Central Park for commercial purposes?  All out-of-pocket expenses the City of NY would incur: security, sanitation, maintenance, utilities, loss of revenue (ie: paid admission to the skating rink or zoo), 5% for incidentals, plus overtime.

If I put you in a sealed room with a phone that had no dial tone, how would you fix it?  Fix the seal on the room, or the phone? I would turn the phone on to start…

If you could be any animal, what would you be and why?  A Mongoose: it is cute but the only animal that can kill a king cobra.

How many hair salons are there in Japan?  Having curly hair, it is irrelevant to me.

If both a taxi and a limo were priced the exact same, which one would you choose?  To do what and with? Whichever came along first.

How to measure 9 minutes using only a 4 minute and 7 minute hourglass?  Start both at the same time, when the 4-min runs out, reverse both, when the 7-min empties, there will be 1-min left in the 4-min hourglass.

What are 5 uncommon uses of a brick, not including building, layering, or a paper-weight?  Adjust toilet tank water level, projectile weapon, meat tenderizer, packing material for airmail consignments if you hate the company you work for, and as a loofah for masochists.

What is the probability of throwing 11 and over with 2 dice?  3/36

Say you are dead- what do you think your eulogy would say about you?  She was a caring woman, a devoted wife and mother, of high intellect and intelligence, and a person who knew the meaning and value of friendship. Mid-life threw her a plethora of curve balls, but she never lost her wry sense of humor, persevered, continuing to grow, learn, share and support others.

Given a dictionary of words, how do you calculate the anagrams for a new word?  With a Scrabble board. I am very visual.

How many light bulbs are in this building?   Really?

Given a square grid of numbers, considering all the numbers at the boundary as one layer and numbers just inside as another layer and so on how would you rotate each of the layers of the numbers by a given amount.  Four.

How would you sell me eggnog in Florida in the summer?  I would mix the samples with an addicting substance like heroin and then offer it for sale. Alternatively, I could manufacture eggnog gelato. As you see I don’t really care for eggnog.

Develop an algorithm for finding the shortest distance between two words in a document. After the phone interview is over, take a few hours to develop a working example in C++ and send it to the manager.  Sorry, I don’t work on spec.

Given a fleet of 50 trucks, each with a full fuel tank and a range of 100 miles, how far can you deliver a payload? You can transfer the payload from truck to truck, and you can transfer fuel from truck to truck. Extend your answer for n trucks.  100 miles.

You are in a room with 3 switches which correspond to 3 bulbs in another room and you don’t know which switch corresponds to which bulb. You can only enter the room with the bulbs once. You can NOT use any external equipment (power supplies, resistors, etc.). How do you find out which bulb corresponds to which switch?  Turn on two switches. Go into the room with the bulbs and the one not lit matches the switch not turned on. Unscrew one of the lit bulbs. Return to the room with the switches, and turn one off the lit switches. If there is no light emanating from the room (you don’t have to enter to see that!) you turned off the switch of the unscrewed bulb.

If you saw someone steal a quarter. Would you report it?  In context, who what where why? I’d probably give them a second quarter and suggest they return the first one.

The list for these irrelevant questions goes on and on. If you’ve found it difficult to answer for these questions, rest easy. With a list of more than 1,500 questions, Google allegedly encourages its interviewers to use a different type of question, more open ended, with no definitive correct answer. Google’s philosophy is that good interview questions are like take-home tests. The challenge is to come up with an answer the interviewer has never heard before and better than any answer previously heard. After trying your hand at these questions, for some fun or more practice at interviewing with some of the more philosophical recruiters, check out these questions. One of my favorite answers is, “I’ll have to get back to you on that.”

Let me know how well you do. Keep in mind in a real-life situation when confronted with an intimidating recruiter, should they reduce you to tears, ask yourself if you really want to work for that company. Chances are your culture is not a fit for them, nor vice versa. Though only the recruiter and not the hiring manager, I would still send an email thanking them for their time. Don’t be rude, but you may want to politely state the reason you started crying. Close the email with, “Contemplate the probability of our paths crossing in the future.”

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Social Media Platforms

Pam Moore is considered a Social Media Power Influencer. In an article published in on the subject, Ms. Moore was quoted in saying that she, “focuses on an integrated strategy that leverages content to connect with audiences with a goal of meeting both life and business objectives.” Her key focuses for respective social media platforms, respectively, are:

“Blog: Provide the best possible content I can to inspire and connect with target audiences.

“Twitter: Enables me to reach a large network of folks who enjoy and share my content with their friends. Also enables me to build communities that are taken offline and on to other social networks for further nurturing.

“LinkedIn: Where people validate what I do, what I have done and who I am.

“Facebook: Enables me to more intimately connect with people via my personal Facebook page, business page and private groups.

“YouTube: Similar to my blog but in video format. It was a key success contributor while in startup mode.

“Google+: Similar to all of the above but enables me to connect with my most favorite, geeky friends.
I get the highest number of qualified leads from LinkedIn. … The growth of this network has been 100% organic and a spill over from past employers, other social networks and life!

“TweetChats: I host #GetRealChat on Tuesday 9pm ET. … It enables me to connect with brands as well as give back to the community who has helped me. ….”

I have long stated that my profiles, though so much more limited than Ms. Moore’s, are similar in nature or purpose. While friends and relatives might crossover to the work place, I see little reason to have the same connections in each venue. One might consider cross-referencing a Blog of Video in a LinkedIn, Twitter or even Facebook profile, but to duplicate content across the board is not inspiring to the reader. My friends are about as interested in the latest APP I’ve discovered as my business associates are in looking at photos of my dog or a recent costume party I attended. Regardless, no one is interested in Tweets that I, “Just ate a bagel,” or am “Shopping in (a specific venue),” unless of course those purchases were made in a client’s venue. Of course, I would hash tag the location.

There are some topics that I do believe are good crossover content. Current news, political commentary, social media safety and viral threats (whether real or hoax) should be cross-posted. I traditionally close by asking if the hash-tag is real or asking, “Really?” when content is so far-fetched that I don’t want to be accused of that degree of gullibility. It is akin to believing likelihood of my being offered the late-Steve Jobs’ position is as real as I can share the multi-million dollar estate of my late-husband with Nigerian royalty. For the record, A self-proclaimed Nigerian prince did, in fact, once contact me for this purpose. My very-much-alive husband disputed the account, refusing to share with both of us, so I deleted the email. In retrospect, I should have save a text copy for posterity.

Some day, I hope to replicate a network as large as Ms. Moore’s, but to what end I am not certain. I am certain, for now, that there are some connections that should move to different profiles. Eventually, I would have to contact them directly and ask them to move, or befriend me in that other profile. With an open profile, I have had people follow me on Twitter who are decidedly illicit in nature. I really don’t need 18-year-old foreign women who are looking for Meet-Ups following me. This is the part of social media safety that becomes creepy even with being smart enough to know that these profiles are not legitimate. The question becomes how to monitor and block those followers when a profile becomes that large. Correct me if I’m wrong, but I don’t believe there is a mechanism to permit or deny a follower without locking or making a Twitter account private. In the meantime, I suppose I’ll continue to individually monitor my requests for connection or following, and I will cross post when that Nigerian prince contacts me again.

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My Father’s Favorite Holiday 11-11-11

Veteran’s Day was my father’s favorite holiday. As a Veteran and not a Christian, it certainly ranked higher than Christmas, and was more important to him than Memorial Day or the 4th of July. My youth and young adulthood was spent not knowing the full reason for his pride.

Dad was very old-fashioned. He never used foul-language in front of women. He would never discuss the evils he saw while having fought in three campaigns during World War II, that is, until my daughter, his first grandchild, was required in middle-school to compose an essay resulting from an interview with someone who was alive during the war.

My father shared the information with my daughter taking copious notes that answered the meticulously worded questions. Dad’s responses were not sugar coated by any means. However, keep in mind the questions were prepared by a pre-teenage young lady. It was through this essay that I finally learned the story of my father’s service to our Country. My husband was the recipient of the “not-so-clean” commentary, which he shared with me in private.

This essay provided a skeleton for me to build upon. I subsequently researched areas in the essay with holes, and have found information my father could, or would, not detail. Images and maps of places Dad was stationed, fought, traveled are certainly plentiful today on the Internet. What I am sharing here today is the original essay as written over a dozen years ago. My daughter didn’t mind, I have her permission.

During the War (World War II)

My Grandfather, Julius Kaplan, who is my mother’s father, was a soldier in the United States Army during World War 11. He was drafted at 33 years of age and was inducted on February 16, 1942, two days before his 34th birthday.

The army inducted Grandpa Julie at Camp Upton, New York. He then transferred to Fort Bragg, North Carolina for basic training. Training included learning to operate hand guns, machine guns, rifles, tanks and half‑tracks. A half‑track is a vehicle with tires in the front and tank treads in the back instead of tires. The military occupation assigned to him was supply clerk.

Grandpa Julie left for Casablanca, French Morocco, for the Invasion of Africa on January 14, 1943. He was transported to Africa on the Santa Rosa, a South American passenger liner. The Santa Rosa traveled with two other passenger liners, the Santa Paula and the Santa Maria, one of which was sunk by a submarine in the Atlantic Ocean. My grandfather regrets that he does not know which of the two boats was sunk. The Santa Rosa arrived in Casablanca on January 25, 1943.

Depending on his assignment, Grandpa Julie drove a supply jeep, an ambulance or a half‑track. He had to pick up supplies and deliver them to his battalion. Sometimes he had to drive to the stockade and pick up dead prisoners in the ambulance. The jeep was used for transportation of officers. Sometimes Grandpa was assigned Guard Duty. He did this for a meeting between President Roosevelt, Sir Winston Churchill and Joseph Stalin.

During his time in Africa, Grandpa Julie drove from Casablanca, through Algiers, Algeria to Tunis, Tunisia four times. Each trip was like driving from New York City to Miami, but in Africa there were no real roads between the cities. The rides were very bumpy and dirty. He also drove to other cities including Oran.

In May of 1943, the German Resistance in Africa ended. Grandpa helped collect prisoners after the surrender of Rummel’s troops. He was then given orders to go to the island of Sicily. The Invasion of Sicily began July 9, 1943. Grandpa didn’t give me much information on the fighting. When the Americans took Messina, the Sicilian Campaign ended on August 17, 1943. Next, Grandpa was assigned to travel to mainland (the peninsula of) Italy where on various details he traveled north through Naples, Rome, Pisa, Milan and Venice. Grandpa participated in the surrender of Himmler’s troops. Heinrich Himmler was a German Nazi leader and chief of the secret police.

Grandpa saw the eruption of Mount Vesuvius because he was stationed twenty miles away. In Pisa, he climbed the leaning tower for which he said you really walk at an angle. Grandpa climbed the 12 floors and rang the bell at the top. In Milan and Naples, Grandpa was able to buy tickets to go to the opera on his days off. Tickets cost $2.00 in U.S. dollars.

Some of the good things that Grandpa remembers about North Africa were being given permission to use a jeep and drive to Jewish Holy Day services in Oran. Unfortunately it was rainy season and the jeep was open. He also recalls collecting unused supplies (canned milk) from his fellow soldiers and giving the milk to a Jewish family who had just had a baby.

Grandpa met some nice people in both North Africa and Italy. During a training session to teach French Moroccans to operate equipment, Grandpa met a man named Maurice Benamu. He asked Grandpa to get a message to his sister, Suzette, on his next trip to Oran. Grandpa was welcome in the Benamu home from then on. My Great­ Aunt Helen began writing to Suzette and continued to do this for some time. The Benamu family came to the United States after the war ended, and contacted Grandpa. Grandpa was married, so he and Grandma kept in touch with Suzette and her family until the 1970’s.

In Italy, Grandpa remembers the Italian prisoners to be friendly. One prisoner that Grandpa transported was General Molinari. He hadn’t eaten in two days so Grandpa gave him a can of C-­Ration and clean water to drink. The General was so grateful that he kissed Grandpa on both cheeks and gave Grandpa a medal from Mussolini. The U.S. Army doesn’t let soldiers wear foreign medals on their uniform and Grandpa eventually lost the medal.

The saddest part of the war for Grandpa was the fact that too many lives were lost for no good purpose. Grandpa did not know any friends from home who died overseas. He also did not know anyone stationed at Pearl Harbor when it was bombed.

Grandpa was given transportation and orders to report to Leghorn (Livorno) for his return to the United States on September 37 1945. He left Italy on September 22, 1945, twenty days after the surrender of Japan. He traveled on a boat, built by the Kaiser Company, for twenty‑one days and eventually landed in Boston by mistake. They were supposed to arrive in New York City and eventually Fort Dix, New Jersey. To get there the Army put the soldiers on a three‑day train ride. Grandpa remembers this as the best ride he ever took. It was a true hero’s return with children waving American flags in every town they passed through.

After several days in Fort Dix for debriefing, Grandpa was discharged and given a train ticket to New York’s Penn Station. His parents, two of his brothers and a nephew, met him there.

Listed on his discharge papers was some interesting information. Grandpa’s rank was sergeant. He had received three medals for service, which are the American Service Medal, the European­African-Middle Eastern Service Medal, and the Good Conduct Medal. For three years, seven months and twenty-eight days of service, Grandpa earned a total of $1,025.00.

In researching and writing this report I learned that soldiers in the army have good times as well as bad. I also learned that my Grandfather was part of history. Grandpa told me about a different part of the world involved in the war that I did not read about before.

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Seasons of Loss

This essay was begun more than a year-and-a-half ago. As one can see by my sporadic posts, I’m not much on writing. I believe in making my thoughts known only when and if they may be of value. Talking, or writing as in this case, just to be heard is not my style. There are enough words out there, both positive and hurtful, that I don’t feel the need to continually contribute. A social media post this morning moved me to finish this essay.

In February, 2010, with the culmination of a four-and-a-half year client-relationship, the lack of sun, graying snow on the ground, professional uncertainty and a downward economy, I felt a tremendous sense of loss. The remaining months of 2010 and these nine months of 2011 have been additionally stressful, riddled with illnesses and more loss. All this negativity makes one think.

On a late winter’s day, early in 2010, I spent both morning and afternoon attending two separate memorial services. Certainly these events contributed to my state of mind. While cathartic to the speaker, eulogies evoke emotions in the listener. Sometimes they are unrelated to the specific decedent, but to one’s own life, relationships and losses.

Eulogies provide a look into history. Cousin Jay witnessed Kristallnacht as a child in Berlin. His family fled, their worldly possessions converted to diamonds and centered in his mother’s knitting yarn. A close friend traveled to Washington, DC, and witnessed Dr. Martin Luther King’s I Have A Dream speech with her now-deceased mother; what a fabulous baker and chef her mother was. The now-late sister of yet another friend was an avid baseball fan. To the end, she followed opening games wherever she was able to travel to. A now-late neighbor made monumental strides in pediatric AIDS research. Totally unrelated, these shared memories, evoked thoughts of my family.

My mother would have been 95 years of age on her birth-date this year. On his my father would have been 103 years. These are the ages more and more people are living to, yet some of question the value of a life of that length. Both Mom and Dad would have been thrilled to see their grandchildren mature to adulthood and achieve goals unimagined  when they were of comparable ages. Eleven and thirteen years after their respective deaths I still think to share milestones with them. It is my way of never forgetting. I am saddened when recalling their telephone number is no longer in service.

My parents never spoke of their respective journeys as young children coming to America. What I do know about their travels I have gleaned from family trees, naturalization papers and ship manifests documented on Ellis Island. On a few occasions, I had the privileged of drinking tea with my grandmother and hearing a story or two. In all, my parents’ respective lives were independently tumultuous, spanning two continents, and two world wars interspersed by the Great Depression.

World War II made Mom, as so many women of her generation, a woman ahead of her time. She was always a working woman, first to help support her family, later as a wife and mother in a two-income family. I was a latchkey kid long before the term was coined. With only a high school education, Mom was accomplished in her career. In another time and with advanced education, who knows what she would have become.

As did many women of her generation, Mom loved soap operas. She purchased a 5-inch black and white television, which she kept at work. It enabled her to watch “her program” during her lunch break. After retirement, she enjoyed watching QVC until early-morning hours, purchasing (and having me return) some of the most eclectic merchandise. Mom would have loved the Internet, HD-TV, DVR’s, Hulu, and smart phones.

With regards to Dad, war stories and foul language were never spoken in the presence of women. It was not until a middle-school assignment brought Dad together with our daughter, did we learn stories of his escapades and travel to Northern Africa, Sicily and Italy in the early 1940’s. It was with pride that I learned that Dad drove for the Allied conferences in North Africa and Tunisia. More of interest was Dad’s opinion of high-ranking officials in the Armed Forces.

Dad thought of cell-phones as personal walkie-talkies, not unlike the two-way radios used in the Army. He was amazed to learn early cell-phones were reminiscent in size of today’s carry-on luggage, and how compact they had become. Dad laughed like a child when I drove through an EZ-Pass Toll lane, invented long after he stopped driving. He would repeat stories of giving me pennies as a child to pay a toll and seeing if he could beat the counter out of the tollbooth.

On a social media post this morning I read: TOD 1:00 am. That is one three-letter acronym I recognize instantly. Today’s post was by a friend, with reference to her mother. Enrolled in a hospice program just a month ago, my friend could not believe the end came as quickly as it did. My friend later commented, “It was a beautiful tribute to an exceptional woman. Peacefully surrounded by her children and grandchildren until the very end. How amazing to see the family come together out of pure and simple love! She was proud of us, forgetting our petty issues with one another and being reminded that individually we are weak, but as a group we are strong and we are a family.” I wish my friend and her family peace.

I am completing this essay today as a memorial to those we have each lost. Seasons bring back memories; hope is a way of looking forward. It is my hope that the coming season brings more good: health to those in need of healing, a recovered economy, the end to political bickering and international tyranny, jobs for those in need, advancement for the under-employed, respect for knowledge but, most important, inner peace for all.

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Goodbye, Y2K

As each year comes to an end, most of us take the time to look back on the changes and occurrences. The final days of the first decade of this new century have proven no different.
The media has shown us re-caps of natural and man-made disasters, scandalous moments, record-breaking feats, financial ruins, salaries and monumental bonuses, record levels of unemployment and homelessness, villains and the occasional hero. Whether broadcast, online or print, the year-end annual focus is on people who have affected us all profoundly in ways both good and bad. Most notable are the people we have lost.
I’ve had my share of negativity this year. Many friends have lost parents, siblings and spouses. Numerous friends and neighbors have suffered debilitating and life-threatening illnesses. Please know, those who are gone are not forgotten, and I continue to keep those who are ill in my prayers for complete healing.
Y2K brought many man-made catastrophes. The illuminated ball in Times Square won’t drop soon enough for me this evening. It is my hope that this new year brings all of us peace and financial stability, people who are humane to fellow women and men, generosity of those who have to those less fortunate, and the ability to forget the negativity of this past decade. If the media focused on heroes and positive events rather than negativity, it will be a good beginning.

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Social Media Sites

In a recent count, I came up with more than thirty-seven categories alone of social media sites. It seems like anyone with a website and their sibling (sister or brother) is getting into the act of creating new sites. The question I have is, how many are too many?

If you would like to let me know, please go to my website and tell me: Survey Says…

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It amazes me how many people locally, and I presume across the Country, operate their lives with a sense of entitlement. It is astounding to witness how many people behave as if they are above the law. What is this sense of entitlement? Where does it come from?

On a recent road trip*, I saw a car with official plates and two bumper stickers. The first bumper sticker requested the reader slow down in work zones. OK, that was a statement of the law, and a reasonable reminder. The second bumper sticker asked how the driver was performing, with a web address to respond to. What is wrong with this picture?

The person reporting this infraction would need to write down the license number, location of the vehicle, description of the driver, and the web address in order to respond. Reporting the driver as a text while driving is also illegal. Ironically, as we passed the car I saw the driver with cell phone in hand actively engaged in a conversation.

On another recent excursion, I experienced the usual rush-hour slow-down due to two parkways merging. The situation demands five lanes on two separate parkways miraculously merge into two lanes, as an engineering marvel of the 1950’s. Traffic is literally stop-and-go, as drivers yield or take right of way. I observed a vehicle, again with official plates, stopping for longer that the required few seconds, and allowing numerous open car lengths to develop in front of it. How thoughtful I surmised of the driver to allow others merge in. That was until I pull alongside and saw both the passenger and the drive text- or email-ing.

The passenger nearly had a heart-attack when I next pulled along side with window rolled down, tapped my horn and motioned to hang up the phone. I may have changed the color of her underwear, but it unfortunately did not affect the driver. He continued his behavior, totally oblivious to the massive traffic merging around him. I luckily was able to exit and arrive home safely.

While out jogging, I frequently see people from all demographics talking on hand-held cell phones. Some drivers have passengers with them, while most are alone in the car. Most of these drivers would, in other situations consider themselves law abiding. Even more ironically, some drivers are uniformed police officers in official vehicles on duty.

*This blog was typed in the passenger seat, and was uploaded at a later date.

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