On the walk to the station one evening I found myself briefly behind a young woman proceeding at a slower pace and her head pointed toward something in her hand. Oh great, I thought, another smart phone shuffler, not looking where she's going and enrapt in whatever email or text cannot wait.
However, when the opportunity to get around her presented itself and I stepped up beside her I discovered her hands held not a phone but an actual book.
The quaint nature of her old school distraction made my slight delay while stuck behind her somewhat less annoying for no reason other than it being unexpected.
I guess there's something to be said for novelty in one's inconsiderate behavior.