The power adapter to my wife’s Powerbook has been flaking out, so I
went to the Apple Store on Michigan Avenue to buy a new one. I walked
in, looked around, and told one of the two men by the door what I
wanted. He led me upstairs, pulled the part off the shelf, and as we
were headed back down the stairs, he told me that if I had photo ID, I
could pay with a credit card right there, and have my receipt e-mailed
to me. This was very handy, as I was in a hurry.
I think this is the first time that such a mundane errand left me muttering “wow, that was cool.”
