I think I inadvertently joined a cult

As I sit here on a Thursday evening at yet another quirky little SF cafe, I suddenly look around and notice a bunch of little glowing apples looking at me.  Yes . . . out of seven laptops being used at the cafe, six of them are Macs.  We are all sitting there with smug, “I am so cool hanging out at a urine-smelling bohemian cafe in the mission typing on my mac” kind of look.   Scaaaaaaary . . . and while I do love my Mac, if one of them offers me kool-aid, I am out of there.


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