Not an ad for Apple

My next memoir, all about my electronic debacles of last week, is posted at Auds and Ends. Here’s a little snippet to get you in the mood…

"Must Restore Settings," my iPod Nano read when I plugged it in to my iBook.

"But I bought you like three months ago," I told it. "You can't be broken already."

"Not broken. Just corrupted," the cute young man at the Apple Genius Bar told me the following evening.

Apple Genius Bar. It was an appropriate name for the repair section of the Apple Store. On stools to either side of me, computer-illiterate patrons sat like I did, elbows on the bar, eagerly drinking up the knowledge that the Apple Geniuses dispensed.

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