On an iPad Pilgrimage
Today I found myself out for a Saturday morning shop-fest with Mom and Granny.
I was standing in the petite older ladies section of Dillard's, trying to hide behind a Hillary Clinton-esque pants suit clothes rack in fear of being ridiculed by any male who spotted me, when I had some sort of religious-like experience. Feeling more like a computer zap running through my body rather than being saved by Jesus (or so I imagine), I remembered that this weekend is not only the Christian celebration of Jesus miraculously ascending into Heaven, but the birth of a device that will change the human experience as we know it - the iPad.
"We MUST be a part of this holy day," I pleaded with my mother. "To have the chance to witness such an important day in history only comes once in a lifetime." She agreed.
As we climbed out of the overly priced, 1970s style cheetah -print geriatric area of the department store, we began our enduring trek across the mall to the Holy Land (or the Apple store for those who don't observe Steve Jobs as the savior).
With Mom by my side and Granny rolling along in her wheelchair out front, I found myself thinking about the Three Wise Men and their journey from the east to witness the birth of Jesus. I walked through the crowded mall wondering how the wise men felt, and if they asked themselves the same types of questions I was asking. How would the birth change our world? Will our present world stop at the year 2010, start over at year 1, and begin referring to time as 1 A.P. - After iPad?
While dodging middle cart eyebrow threaders and massage therapists, plugging our nose to avoid the succulent aromas of Sbarro and Chinese free samples, and using our childhood Red Rover skills to part the sea of 16 year old Mallrats, our generational trio lightheartedly discussed these thoughts, but quickly became silent - we had finally arrived.
Upon stepping under the doorway to salvation, we stealthily made our way through the mass crowd of iPatrons, and I spotted an open path leading directly to an unoccupied tablet.
"Go! Quickly! There's a path. I see it!" I exclaimed to Mom. I think I heard her jaw drop.
Immediately after wheeling Granny down the angelic avenue and clearing a space to allow myself to succumb to the iPower, I was ready. Standing in front of the iPad was elation. Holding it was ecstasy.
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