Time travel. That's it.
It explains the puddin' heads on the road around me. They're from a future time when transportation is driver-less... and they're free to eat, put on makeup, text, talk AND read - all at the same time - without all that "driving" stuff. Now they're back here, bugging me to no end on the road.
GO HOME, PEOPLE! And leave me the next 20 years' Superbowl scores on the way out