Today I went on an 8 mile walk (inspired by the Olympics of course), and as you all know, NYC has quite the diversity. This means no surprise when I say a BAZILLO different languages are spoken. Funny enough as I was wandering north, I kept hearing "pokemon go" sprinkled among all the various conversations... in all the various languages.
As I was starting to wind down my walk I hear quick feet approaching from behind me followed by boys voices yelling at one another... so let me just say that this is just RUDE to do if 1. there's not an emergency and 2. you're not trying to rob me. I quickly move to the side slash turn around to see what is sprinting at me. Next thing I hear is "IS THE CHARIZARD OVER HERE!?! GO GO GO!!" I actually stood speechless for a few minutes and watched as they ran back and forth on 73rd street looking for a nonexistent character. This is me judging.
Don't worry. I'm not judging pokemon go players. I'm judging people who are legit letting it take over their lives.
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