It took forever to find the Mac store at the mall. They're doing renevations and it's a mess. I finally got to the shop. A scruffy early twentysomething helped me out. I asked about a mini-iPod. I sadly found out that all colors are out of stock and it would be a minimum of two weeks before they came in. Ugh!
The sales guy recommended the 20 GB iPod, which was about $150 more. I so didn't want to drag my CD player around Canada and Italy. They had a lot of accessories for playing music in your car, a docking station, an arm band for the gym, etc. It was quickly amassing beyond the amount I wanted to spend.
The angel on my right shoulder was telling me, "Think of all the DVD box sets you could buy with that," and "There are 3rd world countries where a man works all year for less than that amount." My left-shoulder devil was being devious. "In this case, size does matter," and "Men who own iPod's get more sex." To add to it, the kid selling me this was giving me the run down of all the ammenities, but I kept hearing in my mind, "Yooouuuu loooovvee the iPod, because the iPod looooovvvvesss yyyooooouuu!"
Like a virgin giving it up on prom night, my resolve broke down under such straining pressure. I relented. With the swipe of my card, the money flowed out like a hemmorrage and the purchase was complete. I left with a feeling of exhilaration and guilt, doing the walk of shame to my car. I always do this when I make such a large purchase.
.... but I now have an iPod >:D
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