ecstaticAnyone who knows me a bit can well imagine that a trip to U Village is to me as a journey through Mordor is to a hobbit. The place is a temple to affluent consumerism, with hulking buildings ready to sell millions of dollars of merchandise no one needs, much of it manufactured to look "authentic," "timeless," and "unique." It is, in short, the ultimate Bobo marketplace.
Nevertheless, I pressed on. I own Apples, after all, and it doesn't get much more Bobo than that. Upon entering, I headed to the Genius Bar and spun my tale of woe. They took a look, identified the problem, and popped in a replacement card, all within less than five minutes and without a hint of paperwork. When the welcome screen came up, they started dancing. I joined them.
That's the way things ought to be, and I'll be commending them to their manager. I also picked up a minimalist Sling Case that is rocking my world. I ♥ mobility.
Now I'm having an all-too-rare stop at Victrola after hammering out some unfinished work at the office. Eggnog lattés continue to fuel me, and it was good to chat with Chris (the owner) a bit.
