For my 23rd birthday (which is tomorrow), my Uncle Nigel got me an iPod Touch.
Because I’m extremely vain and giddy over the fact that I have a shiny new toy, I brought it to work with me and decided to show it to my friend, Jenny, when she came in.
Me: Guess what I got for my birthday?
Me: (with flourish I pull out my new iPod) Tada!
Jenny: Oh you got an iPhone!
Me: No, it’s an iPod touch.
Jenny: Yeah I can’t tell the difference. Let me see. (She takes the iPod in her hands and turns it over.) Did you put this case on it?
Jenny: It has a clip.
Me: The iPod came with the case. I’m going to buy a different one.
Jenny: You really should because you look like a big dork with this thing clipped to your bag.
So clipping it to my belt and walking through downtown would be a no no then?
Also, I haven’t decided if I want to call my new iPod Harriet, Issac Asimov, or Chitty Chitty Bang Bang.
Don’t ask me how I came up with those names.