So, there I am, I walk into the elevator at work, and there are two twenty-something women standing there, their faces glued to their cellphones, as if there was something of urgent, possibly emergency or life-saving importance contained on those screens.
“Oh, I pushed the wrong number,” the one zombie said to the other, half-focused.
There was brief communication between the two female zombies.
Being that I do not have a cellphone, I make a joke, “I feel out of place. I don’t have a device.”
The one zombie looks up for a fraction of a second, no response, and then reglues her head to her cellphone.
I was alone in the elevator with two zombies.
It was horrifying.