Believe it or not, I don't own an iPod. I know, I know.I'm really behind the times, but I have an excuse. I'vebeen so busy at my work lately, I haven't had time totake a break. So finally yesterday I went shopping foran iPod down at the mall in Santa Monica.
I walked into the Mac store there and wasimmediately greeted by a salesperson. He asked, "Can I help you find something?" "No," I said, "justlooking." I don't like the feeling of high-pressure salespeople. Anyway, I looked around thestore some more, and finally made my way to the iPod section. Then I decided to ask thesalesman a question. "Excuse me, can I ask you something?" "Sure," he said. "Go right ahead." "I'm thinking of picking up an iPod, but I'm not sure which one is right for me. What do yourecommend?" He replied, "Are you going to be using it for running, jogging, working out, inyour car?" "Yes," I said, "all of those, except the running, jogging, and working out." Helaughed at my somewhat lame joke. "Okay, well, I recommend you get the iPod Mini to start ." "How much is that?" I asked. "Well, it just went on sale, so I think we can offer you a good priceon it." "I'll take one," I said, and we made our way to the cash register. "Will that be credit ordebit?" he asked me. "Credit card," I said, as I swiped the card through the reader. I waited,and nothing happened. "Could you swipe that card again? It didn't go through." "Sure," I said,and swiped it again. Finally, the card processed and he handed me the charge slip to sign. "I'msure you'll be very happy with your purchase." "Oh," I said. "It's not really for me. It's for mywife! "