This morning as I hopped into my souped up, crime-fighting 2002 VW Golf for the daily commute to my undercover job as a corporate drone, I performed the usual pre-flight routines.
- Stainless steel travel mug filled with Guayaki Greener Green Tea? Check
- Laptop? Check
- Prescription eyeglasses with polarized sunglass attachment? Check
- iPod? …
- iPod?? …
- iPod!!!!??? …
Yep, my iPod died in my hands. Well, not died as in dead, but died as in it seemed to be working but showed that I had 0 songs instead of my roughly ~3500. I quickly ran inside and tried to perform a restore from my iTunes. Success! Now, let’s just wait for it to sync everything back up.
5 minutes later: “copying 568 of 3487 songs”
It quickly became apparent that this was going to take longer than the -10 minutes I had to wait before I was even later for work. So, I had to steel myself to the fact that I would have to drive both legs of my commute without my lifeline, my sanity-saver, my lovely iPod.
Yeah, it was pretty horrible. But, I made it in this morning with my wits about me. We’ll see how the horrid Atlanta Friday 6pm commute goes. I might not make it. Say a little prayer for me.
And now, for no reason whatsoever, is me and Charlie playing soccer: