“Honey.” She pushed his phone down to the tabletop. “Take a break from the phone, okay?”
“Sure, babe, what’s up?” He slid the phone to the edge of his reach and looked at his wife.
“So, I think we need to consider…” As she spoke, his phone buzzed on the table. What could that be, he wondered? Is it Bill texting back about this weekend? Or am I about to be late with one of my bills?
He looked at his wife, still talking, and used every ounce of his focus to keep his hand still. Maybe it’s an email, he thought. Maybe a sale at Home Depot. I love Home Depot. If they’re having an online sale, all the good stuff will go fast. I might already be too late.
Sweat trickled down the back of his neck. He looked at his wife, who said, “…so I think we should give it a try. What do you think?”
He looked at her. Anything to get to the phone. “Sure.”
“Great!” She picked up his phone a moment before he got to it. “The digital diet starts now!” He watched her go like a skydiver watches his reserve chute fail.