At The Bottom of The Internet
Because your refurbished iPhone now requires so much charging it may as well be a landline, you walk to the “we refurbish”store to see if you need a new phone or can just get the battery replaced.
As you do, you pass three people of note.
The first, coming at you, is on his bike slumped over his handlebars, looking straight down. Between you seeing this and his passing you he never checks out the bike path ahead. When he cycles by you see he is listening to and watching something on his phone.
The second, waiting to cross the street, gets a glance from a mom cycling a bakfiets (a box bike the dutch use to move their kids from home to school) to make sure the would be street crosser, who is occupied with her phone, will not get run over by the mom bearing down on her.
The third, walking in front of you talks on their phone such that you have to bob and weave to avoid them when you walk past them.
And one more thing: each of these people is no more than ten.
It is a marvel of Amsterdam that kids so young can be biking, walking, and talking on the city streets. But then again, are they here? Or living atbotnet?
(Luckily, with a cheap battery redux, I can join them once more.)