Our computers, ourselves
I don’t normally hit on random girls in coffeeshops, but I had to this time. I just had to.
“Hey, I noticed we have the same MacBook,” I said to her.
“Yeah? So?” she asked, unimpressed.
“Well, isn’t that crazy? I mean, what’re the odds that you and I have the same exact computer in the same cafe, and are both here at the same time?! Isn’t this an example of life’s great miracles? It’s the world giving us a sign!”
“Wait,” she said. “You have a Dell. You just wrote I HAVE A MAC in Sharpie on the front of what looks like a Dell desktop from 1994.”
“WHAT?! I totally got ripped off at the Apple store. Damn you, Steve Jobs!” I said, as flop sweat appeared on my forehead.
“Steve Jobs is my hero,” she said.
“Mine too!” I said. My computer restarted for no reason, causing the Windows startup theme to play.
“Gross,” she said.
