There are many times in life when it pays to be a girl. Not that I condone such behavior, but sometimes playing the “damsel in distress” or “dumb blonde” works to our benefit, whether I like it or not. I’ve never been pulled over by a cop, and now that I don’t have a car the only ticket I could ever get would be open container or something ridiculous like that, but acting all weepy or flirty or dumb sometimes gets you out of sticky situations. I never really put on this act, but for many girls, it works.
There are a few other places where it may work as well:
–the Verizon or other cell phone center
–the place where you go for computer repairs
–probably others but I haven’t exactly mastered this skill, which is why I have no idea why I tried when I brought in my little baby nano to the Genius Bar in an Apple Store.
I was home for the weekend–MEMORIAL DAY!!–and my Dad felt bad for me because he and I relate to how much we love our iPods and understood that I would probably go nuts if I didn’t have one. I made an appointment, and away we went to Freehold Raceway Mall. I figured that since my iPod didn’t have any visible signs of water damage, or that I even dropped it, I thought maybe this was my time to shine. Maybe, I could finally master that “Oooh…it’s not working…what should I do?” and pull one over on the Genius Bar Man. I sort of hate myself a little for admitting that, but when it comes to saving my Nano baby, I would pull out all the stops.
Yeah, um, no. The guy was so not having it. He takes one prod at my Nano and looks at my blankly, “There is water damage. It will die.”
I can’t believe that I actually acted surprised and said, “Oh, yeah that makes sense. Some water got in my bag and I wasn’t sure if it reached my Nano.”
Why did I even bother to say that lie? Why did I feel obligated to play a game with Genius Bar man? Why didn’t I just say, “Yeah, so I dropped this in a puddle on 8th Ave. Is there any silver lining here?” Why play these games? Who knows.
It has now been two weeks…and it’s still alive and kicking. I am taking very good care of it, yet I don’t allow it in my bed anymore because I will never be able to shake that memory of the puddle.