A good story originally taken from here.



“When I was sixteen, my mother killed herself, so I got the word ‘hatred’ burned on my arm because she left me alone and I hated her. A few years later I forgave her, and I had the word ‘hatred’ covered with the tattooed sleeve, replaced with the word ‘forgiven’ dropped out of the sleeve.”

I was at the Genius Bar at Valley Fair because the microphone on the headset wasn't working - which BTW, they replaced it without asking me anything... not when I bought it, nor asking to see the headset. The service is still top notch... aren't you proud Dave Shin?

Three guys down there was a guy who had a device that looked like an iPhone... but slightly narrower, slightly thicker, with a shiny silver back. It was NOT the first gen iPhone. Because the genius guy brought out a replacement unit. AND the back of the thing was a shiny silver... not the matte silver of the first gen device [above image]. It couldn't be a Touch because those are thinner than the iPhones. I took a good hard long look at it. It couldn't be any of the other portable devices... what was it? I wish had a picture of it...

I should have asked! But alas... I did not. Were my eyes deceiving me? What was it?