I would like to apologize for how long it's been since my last post, but it's quite a ways to Perpetual Chocoholic's house. Until they invent a way for one to post remotely to another person's blog, I must make the long flight each time. But it's worth it to make you three or four readers happy.
When I got back from the airport, the folks at The Apple Store emailed to say my Mac had been repaired. In the olden days, when you went to pick something up from the repair shop, you simply entered the shop, said "I'm here to pick up my [obsolete electronic product of yore], and someone named Mack or Ted went and pulled it off the shelf and handed it to you. Total time: 3 to 5 minutes, plus a few minutes to bullshit with Mack (or Ted).
But in these modern times, the process has been considerably lengthened by technology. First, you wait for a sullen youth to check you in (it'll be just a minute while she shows a guy some phones). Then, after check-in, you wait for your name to appear on a giant screen indicating that it is your turn. Even though you are only picking up, you have to wait behind everyone with a scratched iPhone or an iMac with a kernel panic. Finally, another sullen youth hands you your computer and mumbles something in reply to your questions re: what exactly they did to your computer. Total time: 30 minutes, plus 0 minutes for the little pleasantries between people that make life worth living.
My Mac is better, while the world grows worse.
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