After the successful conclusion of an eBay auction last week, I bought myself an iPod*. During a 60-minute hole in my afternoon schedule, I went down to the Apple store on Prince street. Okay, I'm going to make this short, since it contains nothing that hasn't been said a million times by other bloggers:
*I didn't want one for Christmas, I hasten to mention, since Tikaro's readership has almost exactly a 1:1 correspondence with people who buy me Christmas presents.
- Everyone in that store is freakin' begging for a gigantic wedgie, including:
- "Omar", the sharp-jawed white guy with the big ol' dreadlocks demonstrating the iSight camera with a toothy shit-eating grin on his face.
- The 34-year-old art director with the black nylon Eisenhower jacket and the messy frosted rocker hair listening to Omar.
- The 60-year old lady in the expensive car coat asking the salesperson if the model of iPod she's buying will be obsolete next year.
- The 24-year-old salesperson who works as a physical trainer telling the lady "Uh, I don't know, ma'am, they don't give us that information."
- The iPod is really super-great. Really super-great.
*I didn't want one for Christmas, I hasten to mention, since Tikaro's readership has almost exactly a 1:1 correspondence with people who buy me Christmas presents.