I finally bought an iPod the other day. Owning an iPod was something I'd been purposely avoiding since the dawn of their popularity in an effort to set myself apart from the hip, techno-savvy masses. That and I couldn't afford one. I'm going to be the cool guy who still listens to CDs on his Discman I thought. Well guess what Joey - a) Discmans aren't that cool and b) iPods have come a-down doobie doo down down in price.
So now I'm enjoying owning one. At first it had no music on it but I got pleasure from just holding it, feeling it's weight, admiring it's sheen. The petite Asian girl working at BestBuy who happened to be standing within ear-shot when I uttered the words out loud, "I think I want to buy an iPod," ended up lecturing me for a good twenty minutes on how I should pay an extra seventy bucks for a three year warranty. "Just to give you a heads up," she kept saying. "Just to give you a heads up, this thing might break at which point you'll be damn glad you got the warranty."
"Just to give you a heads up, warranties are for lily-livered mama's boys," I should have said. "You think Captain Smith had a warranty for the Titanic? No. You know why? 'Cause when your boat sinks or your iPod breaks you be a man and go down with the ship, little girl."
I don't think it's going to break to be honest. I have a feeling Apple doesn't mess around. And if something does go wrong I'm sure my old pal Discy will be happy to fill in.
