My wife was driving us home the other day when a young fella wandered in front of the car. He looked like a student – late teens, slouch-shouldered, head drooping to stare at the phone cradled in his hand. Lucky for us, luckier for him, we weren’t driving fast so stopping in time wasn’t an issue. The student didn’t look-up. Simply shuffled along unhurriedly lost in whatever gripping content his phone was transmitting. Enraged, my wife beeped him. She was born in Saudi Arabia and some of that blistering desert heat never left her. The student looked up, his eyes wide with surprise. He didn’t seem embarrassed that he was standing in the middle of the road. Merely confused in a bovine kind of way that someone might beep him for this behaviour.