Facebook Flight
The act of running out of the room like your pants are on fire just because you saw a funny comment on Facebook.
You were telling me about your day, and I bolted because I saw a guy dressed as a chicken.
You were about to ask me a question, and I vanished to see if my sister was trolling me again.
You were trying to explain why you hate Mondays, and I left to check if my phone was still working.