Mailing Lists I Shouldn’t Be On
When I finally broke down and picked up a new MacBook, I was blown away by the Apple Store’s fancy, cash register-free checkout process. The instant I looked ready to buy, a lovable geek approached me with a scanning device, took my credit card, and asked where he should email the receipt. Almost immediately, my BlackBerry started to vibrate, completing our transaction. It’s harder to buy coffee.
Despite a crippling hard drive crash two months in, I still love my laptop. But I do have one complaint: Apple won’t leave me alone.
Like an overbearing acquaintance, Apple has sent me 41 messages since August 11th. I’ve been told the new Leopard operating system was coming; I’ve been told Leopard safely arrived. I’ve been warned three different times that there’s “no better time to buy.” I’ve learned that the perfect gift is an iPod Nano. No, wait, an iPhone! No, a whole new Mac!
I’ve been invited to attend the grand opening of the Lehigh Valley Apple Store, even though that’s roughly 75 miles from my house. And while I was writing this, they told me that time is running out if I want my gifts delivered by Christmas. Better get on that.