Lunch With a Textile
People who are addicted to texting are textiles.
Ever have lunch with a textile?
You find yourself looking at the top of the textile's head...
More than their eyes...
Every so often they look your way, cross-eyed.
Head bobbing (like a baby bird searching for its mother's mouth),
Chirping vague words to catch up to the one-sided conversation.
But they never catch up.
Their food sits in front of them, half-eaten.
When it's time to leave, they stagger to their car while texting.
You say goodbye to the top of the textile's head.
They grunt something incoherent.
As you pull away, you see the textile slumped over.
Looking down at that idiot box.
Under your breath, you mutter, "I pray they make it home alive".
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