My wonderful hubby has been absolutely salivating over the Apple iPad, since before it was even officially announced, and as the launch date came and went, he just got more and more obsessed with it. (Even I admit it looks like a pretty cool gadget.) So since his birthday is coming up later this month, he's been all about getting one.
Now, for a little background - Steve gets paid once a month, and since he's a commission sales guy, there's considerable variation in what exactly he does get paid. Some months are good, some are pretty lean . . . but what they ALL have in common, is that by the 3rd week of the month (which coincidentally, is where his birthday falls) we're pretty much universally broke. So when payday rolled around last Thursday, he was chomping at the bit to get his birthday present a little early.
(A little more background: My husband hates ordering things . . . his philosophy is that if they've got his money, he wants his product . . . NOW. And secondly, it is apparently Apple's policy that they will absolutely not, never, ever, under pain of death, hold anything for anybody, anyhow or any why you cut it.)
So we got up with the chickens last Friday AM, and headed out to Austin, a little over 2 hours from here. Steve was Mr. Happy Man the whole way there. 'Jaunty' is the word that comes to mind to describe him. We arrived at the Apple store at Barton Creek Mall at exactly 10am, and were just about the 1st folks in the store. So it was a little surprising when he asked for the iPad, and they laughed at him. "No, man, we're sold out of those." Really, REALLY??!!??!!??!! And you couldn't share this over the phone before we drove over 2 freaking hours? That's a customer friendly policy, alright.
I didn't kiss the ground when I got out of the truck at Bead It, but I did briefly consider it. I passed only because I'm fat and arthritic, not because I didn't think it was a worthwhile endeavor.
So while I was happily pooring over all those wonderful beads (and avoiding dealing with Grumpy Man, who was obsessively checking his email for a notification that his very own personal iPad had arrived on his iPhone) Steve just stewed in his own juices. I came out of the store, to find his cousin had just texted him with attached picture of him (cousin Paul) with his very own new iPad . . . the proverbial straw that broke the camel's back, even if it did eventually turn out to be a joke, with him just yanking Steve's chain.