People are so addicted to their phones, they even bring them to the swimming pool at the gym. They swim a little, then they jump out and frantically tap-tap-tap the phones. I don’t bring mine at all because I don’t think humidity is great for it. Nor am I so addicted that I can’t go an hour without it. I am addiction, of course, but not to this degree.
We don’t have any young people there, by the way. It’s an old people gym. I go there because I’m the youngest and the fittest person among the elderly membership. So I roll my eyes and mutter, “Gosh, those elderly and their phones. So annoying.”