You know that feeling when you’re, say, walking through the shopping mall, your mind filled numbly with your shopping list and your worries of the day, and then you turn a corner and there, right there, in a silver-inlaid chest of mahogany, or maybe teak, piled high with rose petals and baby ducklings, is reclining a beautiful woman, completely naked? Your mind kind of hiccoughs and skips around a bit, you start to sweat and your feet forget where exactly it was that they were so bent on getting to and your hand says maybe, reach, touch …
That was pretty much my reaction last night when I wheeled into Starbucks with my family and there, at the first table inside the door, sat a person with the new Apple MacBook Pro. It was open, the giant 17″ screen was … so … beautiful …
Words fail me. I think I need to be alone now.
Say 17″ screen again…
Brady