There she sat, on the couch, a daughter of 18 talking about the apartment she would like to move into.
Then her phone, that dang phone of hers that has a track record of either ringing or alerting her of an incoming text message about 5 times every 2 minutes, did its thing.
It was another text message.
This text messaging craze, I don't get.
But there the daughter sat, her thumb madly finding letters for a quick response. Never had I seen a thumb move in rapid fire form like this one. Obviously, she was a skilled veteran of the text messaging craze.