Alan is purchasing a new Mac laptop, partly for his new job but mostly so I can take pictures of it, wax poetic about its beauty and superiority, express contempt for Window$ and thus irritate Flippy.

Since none of the three Apple stores in metro Atlanta are accessible without passing through some of the most horrendous traffic snarls imaginable, Alan figured he'd call to make sure they had what he wanted in stock before we fight our way through downtown to get there. This e-mail exchange resulted:

Alan: I’ve been too busy to call the Apple Store, and now I’m going to have to work through at least part of my lunch.

Me: (being all supportive and stuff) Well, if you tell me what I'm supposed to ask for, I can call them. A black MacBook with 2 gigs of RAM and how much hard drive space? A troglobyte or something?

Alan: Yes, but I need two troglobytes. Let me know what they say, and thanks!

ETA: You don't want to know what they said.