I am proudly writing this from my brand-spanking-new MacBook that I purchased today—the second one I purchased in the past week.
Why did I purchase two? Apple’s surprise-marketing scheme threw me a big curveball the day after I purchased a $1,500 MacBook Pro: they upgraded the MacBook model with all the same spec as the low-end Pro, but with a larger HD AND FOR $200 LESS. I mean, come on now Mac!
With a bit of forum research I learned that Apple always upgrades at the end of October–this year it was the iMacs and MacBooks.
So when my laptop arrived in the mail, I opened the Fed Ex box and headed to the Apple store. Explaining the situation, both the [cute] sales guy and the manager man agreed that I was totally getting a better deal by making the exchange. Unfortunately they couldn’t accept the return because I had it customized with a memory upgrade, but since they guaranteed I could return it no-questions-asked, I purchased the new and improved MacBook and sent it off to the backroom with a “Genius” to have my RAM doubled (out of context that sounds very odd—and slightly inappropriate).
Two hours later I was sitting at the library with my good friend attempting to “create an account” in the setup process. After the little timer thing spun around in rainbow colors for almost 30 minutes, I packed it up and traipsed back into the Apple store for the third time that day.
Less than 20 minutes later I was back at the library and typing away on my clean white technological savior!
I love it!
What I didn’t love so much was that the concierge guy who assisted me on trip two thought I was under 18. Upon looking at my license photo, he complimented me on ‘what a good picture’ it was and asked when I took it. I said, “when I was 16—almost 12 years ago.” And his jaw dropped.
To quell any possible uncomfortableness, I said, “yeah, I look like I’m 18, I know.”
To this he replied, “I was gonna say 17.”
:-O I guess when I’m 40 this will be a good thing… eh?