Yesterday, I almost got "crashed" by a woman in the grocery store, wheeling her cart, while talking on the phone. She continued to talk on the phone through more than half of her time there, so I just glared at her every time she passed me in the aisle. I only held my tongue because her teenaged son was with her. It was late afternoon and the store was crowded.
Zoom-Zoom, my DH drives a big, luxury SUV. I think he would have laughed at the penis extender idea.
He doesn't drive and talk, though.