I had an appointment at the Apple Store today to get the stained palmrest on my MacBook replaced. (Also called the “top case”, if you’re the insistent jerk behind the Genius Bar counter who insisted on correcting me, the unsuspecting customer. Twice. It’s called a palmrest on the Apple website, fucker. Go look it up, and in the meantime, take off your little “Genius” tee shirt and it eat, because you don’t deserve to be wearing it.)
But I digress.
In order to park near the Apple store, I had to feed quarters into the meter next to my parking spot. I didn’t have change, so I ran into Barnes & Noble, grabbed a Diet IBC Root Beer, and got the necessary coinage. I then popped the top on the root beer and strolled around the shopping center with bottle in hand.
Within a span of ten minutes, I was stopped by three different people who asked me if I was really drinking beer in the middle of the day. Okay, so maybe I seem a bit frazzled and tired and pale, but how pathetic do I look? Do I look like the kind of girl who shops while chugging beer? This is a rhetorical question; I don’t have a mullet or blue eyeshadow and I wasn’t wearing plaid.
But more importantly, so what if I was? Would it really be that bad?
Hm, you should have punched that “genius” in the eye-socket.
The beer during the day in the mall would be quite a sight!
Yikes…mullets. Gross.