August 7, 2008
Apple Store
Went to the Apple store yesterday to get Cindy’s iPod Touch (gift certificate, generously given to her by her staff), which she wanted instead of the phone because she hates phones and the iPod, with wi-fi, lets her do everything she wants to do with such a thing. Jesus–what recession? That place was packed, like a trade show held in a one-room apartment. And everybody but me looked like they had lived in that place for so long–who wouldn’t know how it all works? It all went well though, and I got the Touch and a nice Italian leather case for it. On my way out I saw a woman with her sullen off-to-college-for-the-first-time son, and you wouldn’t believe the stuff she was piling up for him. MacAir, printer, stack of software, big monitor–and a load of all those little things mom would later have to buy again and stuff into his Christmas stocking because he lost them “outside somewhere.” I wanted to hang around to overhear the total, but it was enough to see that Mary Kay didn’t really give a shit how much it was. Strange feeling it all left me with. I like all that stuff too, but I kind of felt like I needed a shower.
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Apple stores are always busy. I really hated it in NYC when there was only the SoHo store. It was a constant madhouse ( they had to have a separate area and checkout just for iPods ).
The ones here in Dallas are constantly packed and I always see several machines leave the store while I’m there. I don’t know how they did it exactly, but Apple has created a computer retail experience that no one else has been able to match.
It is so fun to just go play with the toys there and see what’s new accessory-wise. I’m planning on getting a MacBook Pro soon ( waiting for the rumored refresh ) and looking forward to my day in the store.
I used a barely functional pink i mac all through my first year and then scraped together 800 dollars to buy an old titanium powerbook. And that was about four years ago, they were monstrously old then, and ancient now.
I always envied the kids that just laid down their parents credit cards in the school computer store and walked out with the newest Macs, knowing that it’d take me months to save enough to buy a “new” old mac, and even now, I’ve never had a new computer. Someday!
Sigh. I wish we could . . . (though I know, of course, Amanda, that you were not hinting).
It is nice that every now and again we can buy a fellow a bottle of Stoli — or contribute to sock puppet troupe’s trips to Edinburgh. But I just wish I could wave my magic wand and give all the ‘flockers and friends their hearts’ desires!
8:00 am — 1:00 pm: Sling the double entendre left and right.
1:00 pm — ??????: Go all Make-a-Wish.
No, I’m not on drugs. Okay. Not very many.
No no, I wasn’t fishing. I just sit and think sometimes about the minor injustices of the world, and the word that tipped me off, and got me started on my rant, was “sullen”. Many of the people I knew who were the recipients of such largess were often sullen, and it made me sad.
I can’t even imagine you ’sullen’, Amanda Mae — for what that’s worth. All manner of other things, but sullen? Nope.
Nor one to go fishing for stuff.
Give it time. One out of four co-workers recently named myself (and the other two co-workers) The “Three Moodiest People” She’d Ever Had to Work With.
It was quite the distinction.
Kind of a funny variation on Employee of the Month, if you ask me.
Today I found a screw on the floor. It was Phillips head, and impeccably machined. I mean, this was a screw that told me, you should not have let this come loose.
It couldn’t be. It was. There’s an empty hole in the back of my MacBook. The nut must not be captive, because it ain’t going back in. I mustered all the zen detachment I could managed, placed the screw on the coffee table, and went back to typing.