Bringing Down the Apple

 

  When I upgraded from a Gateway desktop to a HP laptop, I knew I was taking a giant step forward in the world of advanced technology. When I left the HP by the wayside because I had Apple Fever and procured my first Macbook, I felt like I had joined an elite club of tech savvy beautiful people. The glow, alone, from the little apple on the backside of my screen produced an endorphin rush that brought joy and happiness.  It was much like being the first house in neighborhood to go green. Those little glowing apples were like quiet high fives to other Apple users who smiled proudly because they knew a similar joy.  Before long, I discovered a world of wonderful things that could be plugged into my laptop.... iPods, iPhones, cameras with 10,000 pictures of my children, flash drives, motion sensor game cameras and so much more. My laptop exuded it's own aura of coolness and reminded me that I was of a generation of people who recycled, carried good music in their pocket and were plugged in to a world of knowledge that was right at their fingertips.... Until the day my husband attempted to give up smoking and handed me his electronic cigarette that charges by plugging into my USB port.  The picture above instantly stripped my laptop of all coolness and sends a new message that has never been sent from one glowing Apple to another.  Some things should never be joined together.  I may officially be out of the club, now.