Savvy is as savvy does

The scene: walking out of the Kyoto JR station after an extempore daytrip to Nara, which shockingly involved train delays and the conversion of the "rapidu" train to "localu". And topped off by an innkeeper that did not have my reservation.

But I digress. As we walk to the exit at the station, I see up ahead to the left (why left? Because the sign says walk on the left, and people obey, dammit!) a frail old man hobbling dangerously. His arms seem to be gripping the sunken chest of his stooped frame. He stops, sways, lurches. I look for an ambulance, or possibly a Shinto priest for last rites. Nobody else gives a damn. Cruel world.

As I passed him, I notice he was text messaging, or otherwise making love to his mobile device. I think it was a touch-phone.