How I (almost) bought a Mac: Part 2
Thank you for reading Part 1 and adding such fascinating comments!
Now to our second bite of the BIG Apple.
Dick withdrew my slightly preloved but still breathtakingly beautiful iMac from its box.
Then, by prior arrangement, he started installing my software for me.
When he came to the Windows emulation program, two other Apple staff gathered to watch.
‘There’s just something wrong about seeing that Microsoft logo on a Mac isn’t there?’ said one.
‘Oh yeah,’ concurred the other. ‘Totally.’
This did not reassure me.
Was I really hearing the PC vs Mac debate being continued between the very staff who’d assured me I was onto a sure thing?
Dick registered my anxiety and reiterated that his Battlefield 3 game worked a treat on his Mac.
I asked what games his two colleagues played on their Macs.
After a pause, he admitted that they both had separate, dedicated gaming PCs for that sort of thing.
I began to feel uneasy.
Burden of proof
I asked Dick if he’d be kind enough to run World of Tanks (WoT) on my Mac to allay my deepening fears.
He replied that he couldn’t, as the file was too big: I’d have to download and run it myself at home.
I posited that, being an Apple store, he must enjoy the mother of all uber-high-speed cable broadband plans. Surely he could snatch that file in a few minutes flat.
He replied that the store’s download speed was probably far slower than what I had at home.
Amazed, I asked if he could download the file overnight. The thing being that I wanted to see if the Mac could actually do what he said it would before I left the shop.
He replied that an overnight download was impossible as everything in the store was turned off.
I began to feel queasy.
After more than two hours of set up, installation, configuration, walks round the block, calming beers and ever more desultory conversations about PC-to-Mac phobias, my juggernaut was finally ready to roll.
Dick pressed the start button.
The boot-up was even slower than my PC’s.
Then he initiated the Windows emulation program.
The machine ground to a complete halt.
I felt ill.
Does any of this sound familiar?
Do you see parallels in your business or another sector?
Am I the freak here, or is this story nightmarishly freaky?
Perhaps I’m that one bad apple – spoiling the bunch.
Or some kind of fruitcake?
Whatever your view, please table it.
And don’t miss our worm-turning climax.