We sit feet apart. The car dealership set up a U-shaped corral for eight of us. We space a chair/seat apart. Personal space. Six of eight (me too! ) turned to the phone. I attempted to engage twice. But I’m an outsider, stranger, plain weird. Putting it nicely.
Ten years ago, there’s a split of people between TV watchers and newspaper readers. Funny we call it social networking. When the human networking is just as available. Maybe it’s a regional thing.