have come upon us, but in slower fashion than suspected.
I've been at work for 2 1/2 hours, and have already counted 12 hunched-over, shuffling zombies in the hallways. A couple of these smartphone-infected denizens have tried to walk into me, until I spoke to them, scaring them momentarily out of their descent into the nethersphere.
Make that 13: another one's standing in the hall outside my office door, having come to a complete stop while thumb-texting.
UPDATE: I stopped counting at 35 ... too easy.