Ever since Steve Jobs started talking about the iPad (well, even before that) I have drooled for that thing.
Consequently, the Life Priority List changed, just a bit:
1. Food
1. a) iPad
2. Clothing
3. Shelter
4. Transportation
Last Friday I walked into Future Shop. Can’t remember why. But I saw a big iPad display sitting there, all shiny and sparkling. And it wasn’t even real. It was cardboard.
I wiped my face, and turned to the nearest sales guy. “So. You have any 64 GB 3G iPads in stock?”
“I don’t think so. Let me check.”
He checked.
“No. But we should be getting in some more tomorrow. Apples sends its shipments to us every so often and tomorrow they’re scheduled to send us another one.”
“Oh.”
“I can take your name and number and send you a text if they arrive. What do you think?”
Still disappointed, I said “sure” – and gave him the details.
The next morning I was downtown having breakfast and suddenly had a thought. There are a bunch of Future Shops around town, and they have a great website where you can specify what you’re after, and it’ll let you know which stores have it in stock. I quickly did the deed and found one store in Toronto that had one. So I paid the bill and off I went.
The Apple girl was cute. That’s the first thing I noticed. And she was excited. Not about me, of course – just my business.
(The business about buying an iPad. Geeze.)
When I told her what I wanted, her bright smile disappeared behind a disappointed frown. “Oh I’m sorry. I think we’re all out.”
I said “OK” and turned to go.
“Wait. Let me check with one of the Future Shop guys. Just to be sure.”
I shrugged, and waited, while Jeremy (I think that’s what his name was) grabbed a key to the storeroom.
A minute or two later he came out. “Here. It’s the last one.”
And there it was, too. A 64 GB 3G iPad. Top of the line.
I felt like a 1950’s guy, all happy about his Mercury.
Or that father in “A Christmas Story” – all excited about his new prize: a leg lamp.
Or like Ralph from the same movie, with his Red Ryder BB gun.
Truly, the iPad was a thing of wonder. A brand new technology, and there it was, sitting in my hands. I remembered how so many people at work knew I wanted one. Every day since it came on the market, they’d asked if I had one yet.
And now I did.
Unfortunately I couldn’t go right home until several hours later, so asked if I could set it up right there. They said “sure”.
Later that afternoon, when I was at the ADHD workshop, I took it out and flipped it on so that I could take notes. When someone several rows back gasped “it’s an iPad”, I smiled, knowingly.
I took it to work with me yesterday, and showed it off to everyone. Even people I didn’t know came up to watch as I demoed some of the cool apps on the thing.
There was one thing I hadn’t counted on though. One little detail in the experience that just never occurred to me.
Paranoia.
It’s not like my e-book reader, which I didn’t mind leaving out on my desk.
This puppy is *expensive*. Also, it’s cool. There was no way I was going to leave it sitting around.
Hence, like a little puppy, it follows me everywhere.
Losing it or having it stolen (which is the same thing) would suck so bad. Almost as bad as losing my iPhone.
Last week I went to the movies, and at one point had to leave to use the washroom. For some strange stupid reason I decided to check my email. (Yes, *before* I actually did my business). Instead of sticking it back in my pocket, I left my iPhone on top of the TP dispenser. I remembered thinking “better make sure I put it back in my pocket before I leave”.
I finished up (all the while distracted by a host of different thoughts) and washed and went back to the movie. There was some pretty cool music playing and I wanted to use one of the iPhone apps to “listen” to it, so that it could tell me the name of the song and the artist. I reached into my pocket and……..
I jumped up and made a mad dash for the washroom. There were dozens of people between me and the place, all just getting out of another movie. I ran into the washroom and opened the door and….there it was. Right where I left it.
Heart thumping hard, I walked back to the theatre, grateful and shaken.
So maybe you can understand that there’s some residual angst around owning these things.
I picture some Buddhist master grabbing the iPad from my hands and intoning “son, you don’t own this. It owns you.”
And I picture myself grabbing it back and saying “yeah, fuck you, Master.”
Still. It is a thing of beauty. Isn’t it?
…..preciiiiousssss….