So I’m sitting here at Cheesecake City International Airport n’ Bait Shop (motto: Now with more Starbucks!), once again lovin’ the free wi-fi. I’m supposed to do something of value, but I really only have eyes for my two square inches of the internet, so, there you go.
My flight leaves in (oh geez) two more hours so I have a lot of time to kill. So, I will tell you a story… on my way to the airport, I realized I left my earphones for the iPod somewhere (probably at the house), so I stopped at Best Buy to pick up a new pair.
Well. For all that I claim to be 29, there’s a part of me that’s really 79 years old because I took one look at the display and grabbed a salesgirl to ask her where the real headphones were. I don’t want the creepy behind the head kind, I don’t want the enormous kind, and I sure do not want the icky shove in your eardrum kind (I have petite ears and nothing fits in there). I want headphones like the kind that came with the gramaphone Walkman my parents gave me for my 12th birthday.
All’s well that ends well – and cheap, too. Being an iPod anomaly has its benefits.