Earlier this week, my laptop hard drive decided it wanted to die. It commited a slow suicide. It even left a note, "Dear Sir, You drove me to this. Please stop watching so much porn. Sincerely, Macbook Pro."
So I had to take my laptop in to get the hard drive replaced. I made an online appointment with the Mac Genuis Bar and, as instructed, I showed up at The Apple Store in the Eaton Centre five minutes before my scheduled appointment (I had to guess which colour shirted-people I was allowed to talk to, yet again, but I finally got to talk to one of the elite dark-blue shirted Mac Geniuses.)
I told him I needed a new hard drive. So what does he do? He runs a diagnostic and tells me I need a new hard drive (Who's the genius now?) So I drop it off Friday after lunch and he says I can pick it up Sunday.
Then, lo and behold, I get a message from Apple at 5:00 that same afternoon saying my laptop is ready. Already!
They even used the iKleen wipes to give it a good scrubbing, then returned it looking new. The girl who returned it to me said, "Here's your baby back," with a cheerful smile.
I don't know what being a father feels like, but I bet it feels like zipping your new-again Macbook Pro into its neoprene case and strolling out of the Apple Store. Actually, come to think of it, I think I gave it a new life.
Maybe I am a father.
On the way out of the mall, I was confronted by dozens (and, after a short trip down the street, I realized it was more like thousands) of people protesting to gain attention for war-torn Sri Lanka.
Now, there’s nothing wrong with their cause. They’re looking for action and attention. They want help. But I’ll tell you what I hate about protesters. You know how they’re looking for help? By screaming and menacingly sticking pamphlets in your face.
Well, what the hell? Why are you yelling at me? I didn’t do anything wrong!
RANDOM: TIM HORTONS SANDWICH BAR
Hey, why does Tim Hortons put the sandwich-making instructions on top of the sandwich station lid?
When the lid is open - like when you’re making my sandwich - you can’t see how to make my sandwich!