I only went into the store to look, not touch. There is a gaping hole in my memory. In I walked to the store ... and then I remember nothing until fifteen minutes later, 4GB richer, miniscule bank account smaller, I stood blinking on the street with a brand new iPod mini clutched in my hand.
Did the salesperson cast a spell on me? Was I abducted by aliens? Maybe I had a stroke. Or perhps the experience of spending so much money on small an object was so traumatic that I blocked it from my memory.
I may never know the answer ...
June 16, 2005
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