SubJeff on 11/5/2013 at 15:40

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Just some feedback now I've had it a little while.

This is a great little laptop. I've used a few, but I like this more than any other I've ever tried. The more I use it the more I like it and the more little things I learn about it, like tweaking the trackpad to be even more awesome.

I went into Apple to get a case (to give it a little more protection when its in my bag) and I noticed one thing about the people in Apple - I hate them all. They are so smug and Apple'd up, they feel so damn cool because they have Apple devices and their phones work with their pads and their laptops and their brains and their bums and guts and arrgh whatever.

The worst part? This made me embarrassed to be there, embarrassed to own a Mac because I was worried they'd think I was one of them. I took my Mac out to test it with the case and as I was pulling it out I looked up; a young woman opposite me on the table was taking out her Macbook Pro and she saw I also had a Mac... and smiled at me.

I just looked back and clenched my teeth, and she smiled more, further enraging me. I looked down quickly and made sure the case was a good fit. It was. I stepped towards the blue-shirted Apple employee who was also dealing with the young woman. He smiled broadly and asked if I wanted to buy the case. On receiving the positive he asked me if I had an iPhone. I said "No" and then he told me that if I did I could scan the case barcode with my iPhone myself. Why was he telling me this? I didn't care. I told him "No, I don't have an iPhone" and we got on with it.

I placed the newly ensheathed Mac back into my bag and avoided eye contact with the employee and the woman. On my way out I had to negotiate a throng of hateful twats playing and gushing over iPads and Macs, chatting and laughing like they were in the best club in the best place in the world. They were so engrossed in their Mac reverie they didn't pay attention to the black clad figure hurtling towards the door. I turned to quickly slip past a verbose prat , a tech-clutz singing the praises of some service or other that he didn't really understand, and negotiated a gaggle of quacking painted girls fawning over an iPad mini.

Exhale. Exit. Freedom.

What have I bought into?