It’s ~10:15am and the mall opened only moments earlier. I note that the parking lot is unusually empty.
I need a cable. I’m told I need a VGA adapter cable to project my presentation materials at HCC via my MacBook Pro. I checked online but couldn’t figure out exactly what I needed and thought a quick trip to the Apple store would mean instant satisfication for next week’s classes.
I’m an Apple fan… I talk about Apple a lot.
But, I’ve never purchased anything from the Apple store. To my advantage, I married an early adopter (smart guy) that researches, purchases, sets up and maintains all of my fun electronic goodies. He’s amazing at this… so, I’ve never purchased anything at the Apple store even though I own many of their products and speak of them often.
My experience at the Apple store has me thinking…
Although the mall just opened and the parking lot was seemingly empty, I found the Apple store to be beaming with eager consumers ready to hand over their credit cards in exchange for the latest and greatest shiny gadgets.
I just want a cable, so I head over with my 3yr old daughter and ask the guy in the blue shirt standing near the end of the store. He’s holding an iPad and quickly looks up to nonverbally inquire about what it is I want. He tells me quite simply that this area is the “technical area” and someone would assist me soon.
I stand there.
I stand there some more, with my 3yr old getting anxious in the stroller. She had been promised a carousel ride and wasn’t happy about the unexpected stop.
I start listening and hear all about the wonder of Apple products and how much they improve our lives by their seemingly limitless capabilities and shininess. They are pretty. The herd thinks so as well. It’s written all over their faces. For these sales people, it must be like shooting fish in a barrel.
I stand there some more.
It’s 10:45am. I’m not smiling anymore.
I visually check the accessory shelf to determine if I can just make a quick choice, but I don’t see anything referencing “VGA”. I do notice some pretty cool iPhone cases though.
It’s 10:50am and I pull over a guy in a blue shirt as he’s heading to the “technical area.” The guy with the clipboard had been standing there the whole time, not oblivious to my increased impatience. He has an important job though… protecting the “technical area.”
The guy I flag down helps me out but finally walks me over to an iPad conveniently docked by a MacBook Pro. He continues to talk of the “magic of Apple” in that I only need to select something on the iPad to be in a queue for an associate. I’m confused and somewhat shocked that I had failed to notice any cash registers before. OK…
It seems that if I want to “buy” this cable I now have in my hand, I need to wait for an associate using this “magic” system of no cash registers.
It’s 11am. I flag a lady down in a blue shirt and ask if I could just make a quick purchase of the cable. She says she doesn’t have the equipiment but will return in a moment.
The nice lady returns several minutes later and asks me for my name and other information. I indicate again that I would just like to “buy” the cable and be gone. My 3yr old was now obviously ready to escape the confines of the stroller and was only moments away from ripping the store apart. These gadgets were of no interest to her since we have them at home.
I’m told that I won’t receive a receipt without providing the requested information. I’m OK with this and am released from the store with the $29 cable to proceed with my day. It’s 11:10am.
Time for the carousel…