Apple in MePa, courtesy of Racked
I don’t understand this business of lines. I briefly alluded to this yesterday (@dancenailsdance) but I’m equally as unsatisfied in my quest for resolution today.
When I was 16-years-old (or maybe I was 20, who can remember things like that anyway?) I was overjoyous when I picked up my Sidekick. I sprinted over to Michaels Arts and Crafts, picked up some gluing agents, and ran to the mailbox. Inside: hand-picked (by some poor intern probably) Swarovski crystals. In minutes I had my ‘Kick blinged out. Man I was cool. I was already cool, but this just kicked it up a notch. Aaaand, I didn’t have to wait in line!
Who, Who, Who are these people that wait in lines for things like the collete X Gap pop-up to open (woo, I wanna be the first one to buy that ‘ole eraser), or sample sales at the Metropolitan Pavilion? I can’t even get started on the iPhone stargazers because, well, I live with someone that spent nearly two weeks last summer strategizing how he was going to avoid the lines…only to find himself standing in one at the crack of dawn on a weekend.
Is it the energy of other sleep-deprived people, or the glimmer of hope that Gizmodo might pick YOU for an interview?
HED: You Don’t Know Pathetic Until You’ve Met Phil
DEK: 33, unemployed, and still lives at home. You can meet him outside Apple (he’ll be there all day, that line’s not going anywhere).
