Texting, anyone?

Unbelievable that California had to make it a law not to text while you're driving. Not that the law is bunk -- but that meatballs were actually texting while they were driving.

Whatever happened to the good ol' days when you were trying to engulf that In-and-Out cheeseburger (hold the onions) while weaving in-and-out of traffic at high noon on the 10 Freeway? Or, better yet, the endless possibilities of getting your kicks on Route 66 when you had your best gal sitting so close you were almost getting a lap dance.

Texting was just another in a long line of new toys for adults that we abused, so the law had to come down on us like a wise parent who has to keep protecting us from doing harm to ourselves. Truth is, when it comes to the latest technological gizmo, we're not apt pupils. No school of thought needed here.

What does everybody have to talk about all the time? And why does an unsuspecting public have to listen to it? You can't even go to a supermarket anymore without having to hear somebody yak endlessly on their cell phones while they're standing behind you in the checkout line. If they don't get you there, you'll run into them in one of the store's aisles rattling off a litany of products: "No, no bean dip -- that gives little Damian the runs." Worse still, these abusers of consideration for others have to yell every little detail of their ordinary lives. Lately, it has taken on even greater depths to the rudeness: some people abusing their cell phone privileges in public don't seem to mind that they're not minding their language. They drop the F-bomb like it was punctuation, without concern of who might be in earshot.

Maybe there is something to the therory that cell phones can cause brain damage. More like some people who abuse that gizmo already are brain-drained.

It would be fun sometimes if life was like a Warner Bros. cartoon -- those Merrie Melodies where there was an ever-present malet to conk somebody over the noggin.

No jury would convict you for conking these weenies over the head -- shoot, they weren't using it anyway.