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Made it in to Chicago.  A crowded flight, but we got in on time (despite taking off a half-hour late), so all's well.  I checked in with the elves back in Los Angeles, and they're fine, too.  If they act up around here, let me know...

Taking a cab from O'Hare to Glenview, we got off the toll road at Willow Road.  Tooling along the side street, I noticed that the cab driver started texting.  Being confrontational with a cabbie is not ever high on my list, but this isn't a matter of being the Etiquette Police -- texting while driving really dangerous...besides being illegal. Still, though, I kept silent, hoping he'd end soon and put his phone down.  But he kept texting.  So I did something I hadn't done before.  As politely as possible, I asked him to stop texting while I was in the cab. 

Happily, he didn't take an attitude, and obviously knew he was very much in the wrong.  In fact, later, when his phone rang, it let it keep ringing.  (I would have been okay with him answering and telling his caller he'd call back.  But clearly he was taking no chances with that guy in the back seat.)  Actually, because of all that, I decided to give him a nice tip.  I didn't want him to think I was just complaining because I was a grumpy jerk, and so he could ignore it.  But with a nice tip, my complaint could be seen as because...what he was doing was Really Dangerous, and even more stupid to do.  Stupid at any time, whether or not I'm in the back seat.  But especially stupid when you're on the job as a cab driver and can lose your hack license.

Anyway, we arrived safely, and all's well...