When the original iPhone first hit shelves in January of 2007, early adopters eager to get their hands on a piece of history formed lines in the wee morning hours at Apple stores around the world—lines that were as long as the tales about them.
It was on the 7 o'clock news, I remember watching with envy.
It's a pilgrimage of sorts, a rite of passage, if you will, that takes the average consumer from casual user to Apple fanboy (or girl—although, if this morning's numbers are any indication, they'd be in the minority by a mile). It's an experience that you tell your children, and your children's children, and your children's children's children. One leaves a boy, and returns a man. It's certainly bucket list-worthy.
Just kidding. I already have an iPhone 5. I don't know who in their right mind would have the inexplicable urge to get out of bed at 4:30 in the morning just so they can be the first to call this latest iteration their own. I was just there to keep my brother and two friends company. And to buy a screen protector. And take pictures.
Okay, I wanted to be on the news.
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