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June 16, 2005

My Trip to the Apple Store

… or When White Trash and the Biltmore Collide

There are only two Apple stores here in the Phoenix metro area and both are in fairly upscale malls. The one that is right by my new apartment is in the Biltmore Fashion Square. This ‘mall’ reeks of upper-class yuppie filth.

I do love the Apple store though. This particular outing was because my iPod headphones that I got for Christmas were once again busted. I had only gotten the replacement pair less than two months ago. Needless to say I was not too happy.

My foul mood was fueled by this white trash family that came in right after me, but had gotten a place in line before me because for some reason my first attempt to sign up for the Genius Bar didn’t work. Though other types of people besides upper-class yuppies do go to the Biltmore, such as myself, for some reason this family just stuck out for me. Maybe it was because I had to listen to them while I waited.

The worst member of this family by far was the teenage daughter. First of all, she was whiny. Second, she had a disgusting tan. She was probably only about 15 or so, but her skin looked like shit. Her hair was blonde (probably bleached) and was ratty, haphazardly pinned up and a dirty Playboy visor sat askew on her head. She wore the teen uniform of Phoenix - a tube top, a pair of jean shorts and flip-flops. After disappearing in the bathroom for a bit, she emerged with her lips slathered with icy cotton candy pink lip gloss. I just cannot fathom how anyone would think that they look good wearing that.

As I waited I was serenaded by her whines for water, and money to go buy water and whines about being told to go ask the restaurant across the way for a glass of water. Then as the wait dragged on she began whining about how it was taking too long. Then dad came in with the harmony, bitching to the son about having to come into the store in the first place because his iPod that was broken.

I ended up getting called up right after they did so I was able to overhear their predicament. Turns out the kid’s iPod had a huge crack in the screen causing some of the black liquid stuff to ooze out under the crack, essentially making the screen completely unreadable. The Genius at the bar explained to them that this kind of damage is not covered by warranty since it takes a pretty big force to break the screen like that. Basically it was the polite way of saying that the kid broke it himself either by dropping it onto a really hard surface or throwing it across the room, probably at his whiny-ass sister.

The mother of course refused to buy the kid a new one. I don't blame her. She said that the thing still played music fine, the kid would just have to deal with not being able to read the screen.

The kid dejectedly packed up his iPod and the family left.

Kind of anti-climactic, but this family has been stuck in my brain for at least a week now and I had to do something to get them out.

Posted by amanda at June 16, 2005 02:25 AM

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Posted by: Danielle at July 1, 2005 03:09 AM