Old Man Texting in a Bookstore

There was an old man texting in a bookstore

I didn’t know why or what for

There was a pretty girl with coffee in the store too

That made more sense was nothing new

A man working there was putting books in stacks

Typical looking fellow wearing wrinkly slacks

There was a mother with a little child

Well behaved lad not running wild

There was me browsing in the fiction section

Pausing occasionally for quiet reflection

But there was still one thing I didn’t get

Kind of bothers me even makes me fret

What was an old man doing texting in the bookstore

I can’t understand why or what for