Tuesday, February 21, 2006

The Old Man Grouch-Complain Hour

I wish I could go into the Apple Store in SoHo and not have to wait THREE MOTHERTRUCKING HOURS to solve the simplest task, i.e. getting my busted iPod replaced. Instead of a smooth customer service transaction transacted in an acceptable timeframe, you get an interminable wait in the future-ey Koolhaas-ey neato-boffo Apple Store (OK, that part is not so bad). And why are we waiting? The answer is NYU frosh -- aimless, pajama-bottom-clad strawberry blondes from Montclair attending on their parents' dime, filling up the standby queue all hours of the day, making it all but impossible to get a slot to see an "Apple Genius" after 10 a.m.

Grumblegrumblegrumble.... grumm....