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.