Have you read it yet?

She sits there, scrolling through internet with an expression exceeding Carrie’s quest for perfect shoes.
It’s obviously fun stuff happening on the screen.
You don’t want to interrupt a woman enjoying herself, but do it anyway and asks if she’s read the article mentioned hours ago, yet.
Her puzzled face now far exceeds a very innocent four-year-old caught arm length into the cookie box. Mouth full and crumbs everywhere.
Of course not, she doesn’t even know where it is, so you say it’s in her mail and been there for a while now.
And you've just experienced a close encounter of how not to approach a situation, and you clinch your fist and say, at least it was the last time.