TwodaysagoIwenttoanApplestoreforthefirsttime,

where the blue shirts talked that fast,

and discovered: (a) the future; or, (b) the end of the universe.

OK: (c) both.

My wife’s Really Intelligent Phone had defonked. Totally, ya know?

Here is what I noticed at the Apple Store: They don’t have anything, except for a lot of bare tables, a few stools, cables running from the table, and many Comic Book Store escapees wearing blue shirts.

The back of the store is no doubt filled with devices in boxes, AKA Things I Don’t Know How to Use and Don’t Really Have Need For.

While my wife and I were waiting for a technician to return with her new Really Intelligence Phone from behind the curtain, a man slid into a chair near us. He said, “This is the greatest store I have ever seen!”

I thought about saying “I have a First Issue Spider Man comic for sale.” But I don’t. And that would have been cruel.