...or "Why I'm Still a PC Today."
I've got an iPod like everyone else, but years of familiarity and general cheapness has kept me wedded to Wintel, and AT&T chimpiness for iPhone drove me to a Droid.
But I'm curious about switching my home PC to a Mac, so today I ducked into the flagship Apple store at Union Square.
The store was buzzing as always (no, no iPads yet), and so I stepped to a display of desktops close to the front door, settling on a model with a price tag offering competing specs for $1,199 or $1,499. I opened a Safari browser to get a feel for the hardware and O/S, and a salesdude immediately sidled up next to me.
"Do you have any questions?" he asked with a smile.
"Yes, would you please explain to me the difference between the specs on the $1,199 and the $1,399 models?"
His smile turned to a furrow. "They both connect seamlessly to iPhone," he retorted, pointing to the docked iPhone next to the monitor. "Do you have any iPhone questions?"
"No thanks. I want to buy a desktop, so I'm looking at desktops today," I replied.
"OK, well, this is the section where we sell iPhones," he said, and he started walking away. Then he doubled back to add, "I'm just telling you because I'm not going to be the only one telling you to move."
No "let me help you." Just "move." Then he walked away.
And so did I. F*** you too, Apple.