Thursday, November 18, 2010

PeachMac

Okay, so my sister has told me that my blog is not complete without a certain story. So, here it goes.

Last Saturday I got up at 6:30am. By 7:15am, my mom, sister, and I were sitting in our car in the parking lot of PeachMac. There were a few other empty cars in the parking lot, but only two others that had people in them. No one got out of their cars for a minute, but then a guy got out of his car, walked up to PeachMac, and stood in their 'corral'. After standing for a little while, he sat down on the cold, hard concrete. He wasn't there very long; he got cold and walked down to Starbucks to get some coffee. When he started walking away, Mom got all excited and told me to go get in the front of the line. I told her I didn't want to go sit out there by myself, so she came with me. She wanted to get a picture of me in front of the 'line starts here' sign, and while she was doing that, the other guy came back, ducked under the rope, and resumed his position at the front of the line. And thus began our almost three hour wait. MissJo was still sitting in the warm car, enjoying the spectacle. Mom decided she wanted something out of the car, so she left the line. The girl from the other car jumped out and came and stood in line behind me. Mom didn't want to cut in front of her, and she wanted to be with me, so I moved back to third in the line, which I didn't mind since the other girl had gotten there first, she just hadn't gotten out of her car. The four of us sat there until about 8, when a couple came and got in line behind Mom. She started talking to them, and pretty soon the lady had pulled out her iPad and was giving us a demonstration. She was showing us all these really cool free apps she had downloaded. She let me play with her 'cat', and showed us how to 'make' pottery. Then the time started flying by. Before I knew it, the sun was rising fast and all the PeachMac workers were arriving. Pretty soon, some of the workers went down to Starbucks and bought a big thing of coffee and brought it to everyone in the line. Now, I am not a coffee drinker, but my nose was so cold, I took a cup. I only drank about 1/4 of it before I gave it to Mom. I am really not a coffee drinker. By that time, I had started chatting with the guy and girl in front of me. MissJo got out of the warm car and came to join us shortly after that. We heard someone behind us say something about the length of the line so we tried to look for ourselves. The line went around the side of the building, across the street, around the roundabout, down that street, and to the restaurant. The last thirty minutes seemed longer than the other 2 hours and 15 minutes. The security guard came and was talking to us and some of the workers came out and were asking us questions and taking pictures of us. A newspaper reporter came and interviewed the guy and girl and took their picture. A TV crew came and was taping us. Finally 10am came. The owner of the store came out and was talking to us, and then let us in. The TV crew was filming us as we walked through the doors. All the PeachMac employees were standing in two lines for us to walk through. All except one, that is. He was taping us as we walked down the aisle. Everyone was hooting and hollering. Boy, was it fun. Then the line of employees slowly broke apart as they took up their posts for the day. We were directed to a table where we got our prize: a t-shirt. They were giving away electronics and other stuff, but we didn't win any of those. All I got was a t-shirt. And now I can say I was the third person, other than employees and media, to walk through those doors. And I was probably on some TV station. But to me it didn't matter what I got. I just went for the fun of it. :) Well, and I did really want a shirt. ;)

8 comments:

Christine said...

Miss S, that was a fun story. May I humbly request paragraphs next time? :)

And I have one question (pardon my ignorance here). *What* is PeachMac???

Love,
Mrs. S

Anonymous said...

I still can't believe we got up that early for a tshirt.................

I guess it's a helpdesk thing, huh? ;o)

Love ya.

Frisbee Girl said...

Mrs. S,

Mom keeps telling me I'm not very good at paragraphs (or the lack thereof :). I'll try to fit some in next time. I just get so carried away typing that I forget to hit the enter button occasionally. :D

PeachMac is a somewhat locally owned Certified Apple Dealer. They have demo Macs, iPads, and iPods, and they sell them (not the demo ones). They also have all sorts of accessories, software, etc. So it's pretty much like an Apple store, only it's owned by someone else. Does that make sense?

Love,
Frisbee Girl

Christine said...

Yes, Miss S, thanks for the explanation!

I know what you mean--you type in "stream of consciousness." I actually *think* in paragraphs. It's scary. :D

Love,
Mrs. S

Anonymous said...

Actually, Mom thinks you are pretty good at "the lack thereof". ;o)

Illinois Lori said...

OK dearest, now you have to tell us "Northerners," what is PeachMac??? And I hope you're still happy with your tshirt!

Can't wait to see you in 2011!

Love,
Mrs. Havens
PS: Sorry I haven't stopped by sooner, we've been swamped with life here, big time!

Frisbee Girl said...

Mrs. Havens,

PeachMac is a somewhat locally owned Certified Apple Dealer. They have demo Macs, iPads, and iPods, and they sell them (not the demo ones). They also have all sorts of accessories, software, etc. So it's pretty much like an Apple store, only it's owned by someone else.

And yes, I really like my shirt. It's really comfortable and I like the design.

Yay! It will be fun. Let's hope there's lots of fine weather! :)

We've been pretty busy too. Glad you could stop by.

Love,
Frisbee Girl

Allie Hawbaker said...

You guys are crazy :)