So I'm in line in front of the Corte Madera Applestore. I've been waiting with my brother for 45minutes, he's been waiting four hours. I'm not buying an iPhone. I'm here in my anthropologist capacity studying a post-post modern historical phenomenon. . . iPhone techno-lust.
Overheard:
"Alright my friend, your getting close, close. I can smell the iPhone from here." -Apple employee giving out tickets for a free drink at Peet's.
"I called at 8am, they said it wasn't a long wait. When I got here the line was back there," she points to the line about 100 people back and rolls her eyes.
"Are you getting the big one?"
-a woman asks my brother, who then goes on to discuss with her whether or not she needs to store video on her husband's phone.
"Wow, it's moving now!"
-a man with his son talking about the line.
"I saw a software demonstration where you could look at your iphone and see everyone on a map."
"I imagine there is a way to turn the GPS off on the phone."
"How long have you been in line?"-Man with a cane.
"Four hours."-Woman in line
"Wow. . .Good luck."-Man with a cane.
"I still haven't seen that guy come out, and it's been like 25minutes."
Above: My brother looking at this blog post on his new iPhone. Like I said, post-post modern.
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