The Awkward Apple Store Experience

When I woke up in Boston on Monday morning, I was too overwhelmed to search for my computer in my huge pile of stuff so I decided to use Jacobi's instead.  I crawled out of bed and into her desk chair looking forward to being connected with the world again after what seemed like such a long travel hell the day before.  I was immediately greeted with all kinds of porn websites popping up left and right. 90% of them were specifically gay porn websites, something that caused me to realize immediately that Jacobi had a virus (not that there is anything wrong with that, I just new immediately it was not her doing).  I closed the sites, still eager to sign into Gchat, because, like some of you, I am addicted to it.  Every few minutes I would be redirected to any number of gay porn websites, some flashing pictures, others making noises.  I decided to close the computer and give Jacobi and call to see what was going on.  Turns out, her computer had caught some type of scam/virus the day before and was virtually unusable ever since.  With her being so busy between work and entertaining me, I offered to take it to the Apple store to get it fixed.

I did not realize what an awkward encounter I was signing myself up for until I was on my way to the store yesterday afternoon, which by the way, was also my very first solo T (subway) experience in Boston and it went very well, aside from me not being tall enough to reach a handle bar and violently thrusting back and forth as the train made frequent and sudden stops.  I am sure I will get better and better at it.  Once I arrived (after walking 8 blocks in the wrong direction) I had to wait about an hour for an appointment with the technician, but that was fine because it took me about that long to make it up to the third floor where the help desk was located.  A three story Apple store?!

(Some guy was laughing at me for taking such a random/touristy photo but I am sure he was new to the city once himself.  Loser.)

When they finally called my JTORIOUS indicating that my appointment time had finally arrived, I braced myself for what was to come.  A nice man then asks me, "What can I help you with today?"  I awkwardly leaned in as closely as possible and whispered, "Well, um, my roommate, and I swear this computer is my roommates, she got some type of gay porn virus-but she wasn't visiting the websites I swear."  Unfortunately, he was in no mood for being playful and did not even so much as crack a smile.  With his awkward silence and my pacing back and forth, the time seemed to go on forever.  Without looking up from his desk, he closed the laptop and told me we were finished.  Needless to say, he should not put "handles strange situations well" on his resume.  All that matters, though, is that we fixed the computer.  Another day, another adventure.  See awkward face reaction to the websites popping up below: