I’ve now joined the legions of jerks walking around with white wires sprouting from the ears. Friday night I strolled into the Apple store on Michigan Avenue and came out a new woman.
This little plastic thing is amazing! If I didn’t know better, I’d say inside my shuffle it’s perpetually 2 a.m. and there is a teeny tiny drunk girl sitting on a floor covered with CDs playing songs for me. Sometimes she’s so drunk she tries to play the same song twice. But that’s alright. We’ve all been there. I just skip to the next song.