These idle teenagers. She saw them everywhere, little gaggles, staring down at their gadgety phones.
“Excuse me,” she barked at one group outside a deli, purposely barging through them with her styrofoam cup of crap coffee.
She’d thought they’d at least look up a bit alarmed, a flock of birds she’d scattered.
They didn’t scatter. Just backed up, bumping into each other, their youthful fingers still tapping away at tiny keys. Like trying to tap out some tune on the tinny toy dollhouse piano she had as a kid.
Once back in her car, sipping her coffee which wasn’t as crappy as she’d expected (she preferred Starbucks) she gazed out at the youth. From a distance now, they did look like birds. Young gangly ones, who, if they weren’t holding gadgets, would have been flapping around, trying out new wings. In her day, when she would hang out, it was at the mall, in video arcades. Pacman! Oh, well, times change. The young just made her feel older than she felt; she remembered playing Pacman like it was yesterday, rather than twenty-odd years ago.
She finished her not-so-crappy-after-all coffee back home, checking her email on her iPad. Only a the last Generation iPad, but she already had her eye on the new iPad mini…