Blair walked past an older man who was going on and on about the “fake news media,” and it took every ounce of her being not to go up to him and tell him that he was a fucking parrot, and the only “fake news” out there was the propaganda machine called Fox News and other outlets like Infowars and Breitbart. But she was a civilized person and continued walking along, muttering to herself. “Fucking moron… doesn’t understand that journalists goal is to tell the truth and help the community. Stupid fu-” she said and tripped over something on the ground. She didn’t fall, but she visibly stumbled.
At this point, Lily was sure her phone must have been made of steel. It had to have been, since she’d dropped it at least 50 times this year, face down, and yet the screen still managed not to crack. She was thinking this as she dropped it again when walking down the street, and she rolled her eyes at herself, kneeling down to pick it up. Just as soon as she knelt down though, she felt someone nearly topple over her, and she let out a little squeak at the surprise of it all. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry!”, she said, standing up and looking at the girl, trying to make sure she was okay. “I totally wasn’t paying attention...I dropped my phone”, she said, holding it up as evidence. “Are you okay?”