“The Stroll” was a sixties dance. Nowadays we have “The Scroll.” You stand or sit and stare at an LED light while moving your finger from the bottom to the top of the light. You look like a hypnotism subject because that’s what you are.
Do the Scroll, baby, Do the Scroll,
Keep on staring till you grow old,
Keep on staring till your burned eyes roll,
That’s how you do it, baby, Do the Scroll.
Give it a melody and a beat, and I think I have a hit.
Every Sunday morning, I get a notification from my iPhone that I spent 3 or 4 hours on my phone daily for the past week. I always scoff because how could I possibly have stared at that little screen for that length of time?
The notification always buzzes in at 9 a.m. sharp on Sunday — it buzzes rather than chimes because I’ve silenced the phone for church. I should probably take the buzz as my signal to start praying: “Lord, stop me from looking at this thing!!”
