Smart Phone Magician

Yesterday I ran a short errand. On the sidewalk (no bus stop) stood a millennial. Dressed only in the chill of morning. Hypnotized by that "smart phone" magician. Perhaps conversing with a face book phantom. She stood still as a confederate statue. Surrounded by the roses of wokeness in winter. I returned about fifteen minutes later. The same girl stood in the exact same position. Staring into the same brain rot box. I could have tossed her in a trunk filled with chloroform. I doubt she'd even notice the difference.