Or how about the soccer Mom with three kids in the back seat tending to their whining and talking on the cell phone while driving....
Worse than a drunk driver with kids in the car in my book
In my ultra-stupid younger years, I got pulled over and hauled downtown. Deservedly so. I'd probably had a case of beer that day and was flat out drunk. For some bizarre reason, however, breathalyzers don't work on me like they do on most. I registered .02. Not .20. .02 after drinking all day. The policeman who stopped me was furious and wanted to hold me anyway but the shift captain refused. That was the last time I drank and drove, but after that I started checking myself whenever I was in a bar that had a breathalyzer machine. No matter how much I'd had, no matter how sloppy drunk I was, I never tested higher than .021.
I don't drink at all anymore. (I don't think taking a drink is a sin per se, but I do believe drinking can hurt my witness as a Christian, so I've stopped.) I also have zero tolerance for drinking and driving. I'll turn a friend in. I'd turn a relative in. If I see you drinking and driving, I'll turn you in. If someone sees me doing it, I sure hope they do the same. Utter common sense says alcohol and public roads don't mix, period. I think you have the right to drink if you choose, but when you hit the roads where my children and grandchildren and wife may be, that's a privilege, not a right.
MM