An unsuccessful visit to the Genie Bar. My brilliant and impassioned speech about the injustices I have endured—delivered to the floor manager—may have been more effective if I had not temporarily choked on tears and had to stop speaking.
Some consolation that after the floor manager went back to wherever floor managers go, the Genie Man conceded I was right. They are shipping my laptop to an unknown location, the cord is in shreds, Apple is evil, and the floor manager is a mean man, but I am right.
I will carry this knowledge with me to the grave, likely with one million frayed Apple cords.
* Note I do not believe in purgatory, nor do I believe in Apple, but this is a post on genies and liars.