Apple Store, between 4 and 5 am

This was the earliest I could get an appointment for my one true love.

Despite the pre-dawn hour, there are more than a dozen brightly-shirted Apple employees and as many maintenance crew bustling* about.

*if bustling is, say, 6 on a 1 to 10 scale, they are actually more of a 2, but It's Late and I'm Tired.

Skip to the interesting part, and it's the phenomena that is the... odd... Australian woman, the dual-sleeve tattooed Apple Guy, and me. We are strangers that are forced to interact as our computers quietly** whir away, fixing their own problems with the occasional click of guidance from Apple Guy. What strikes me is that while we are undoubtedly awash in awkwardness, none of us act or seem to feel awkward.

I know, right, "What happened to 'the interesting part?'"


UPDATED SUCKA!

**The whole reason I took my computer in was that it makes a terrible, awful, no good, very bad Grinding sound (think Electric Razor vs. Belt Sander in a gravel pit) . So naturally, for the hour I was there it was silent as a snowflake. Though Apple Guy was kind enough to make a big show of putting his ear next to it in all different places and saying, "Hmm, well, I don't hear anything yet, but maybe it will make some noise later!"