Reading while walking.

From Time:

I wanted to start this post by saying that everybody’s done it, at least once or twice, but probably that’s not true. I know it’s a weakness. A vice even. You’re making a choice: essentially what you’re saying (or what I’m saying) is that sometimes you’re more interested in fiction than in reality and you don’t care who knows it. You’re saying, I’m willing to chuck most or probably all of my dignity, and some measure of my personal safety, and your personal safety, because it’s more important to me to keep reading this book I’m reading than it is to look where I’m going.

I still run into people who mention seeing me reading while walking to work... which I haven't done in years, as my commute is now out of the walking-distance range. Sadface.

I read when I'm stuck in traffic.

And, yes, I'll admit to have been tempted to read while driving.

But only tempted. I haven't done it.

Mom, if you're reading this: SERIOUSLY. STOP WORRYING. NO, I'M NOT ACTUALLY GOING TO READ WHILE I'M DRIVING.