No Judgement Here

Yesterday my night-elf-of-choice and I trekked over to the mall to make a stop at the Apple Store. It's easy enough to find since it's the BRIGHTEST store in the whole place. It attracts moths from other galaxies.

We were greeted by some youth whose hair had been cut with a gardening implement and who wore a significant chunk of someone's chandelier in the lobes of his ears. I told him that I needed a mini-DVI-to-VGA adapter. Blank look. I pointed to the laptop. (We actually brought the laptop in with us to insure that we got the correct adapter.) "We want to hook this laptop up to a larger monitor for when we play Worlds of Warcraft."

A light went on behind his eyes, perhaps as if a light bulb from the ear-chandelier rattled into its socket.

"My Dad plays that game. He's got like two level 80 characters, so you're not going to get any judgment here."