The Story of Squeak and the MacBook Pro

I really don't know what the big deal is

. . . so the BTLO

went out and bought this new machine.

It's a nice machine;

as you can see,

I can see myself in its screen.

But it's just a machine.

Well, then she proceeded

to do very strange things.

One day, she got me very excited --

the machine was making these wonderful singing noises,

and so was she --

she was sitting there in the middle of the room,

her legs crossed,

her eyes closed,

and the machine was singing.

I really had to check it out.

So I jumped up to the table

on which the singing machine sat,

and everything tumbled!

It's not my fault

that the table was unsteady,

not my fault either,

that the BTLO 

had left a glass of water right there.

The machine,

the table,

the water,

all went flying.

And the machine stopped singing.

I ran and hid in a corner.

And our dear BTLO

freaked out,

a little.

Now,

I'll let the BTLO 

tell the rest of the story:

So,

I took the less than two month old

MacBook Pro

to a Genius

at the Apple store,

and penitently explained that it had had a run in

with a cat

and a glass of water.
Cats and water, of course,
are not included on the warranty.

And the Genius looked at my receipt

and didn't even turn on the machine.

"I appreciate your honesty," 

he said.

"How much do you have saved on it?"

"Not much,"

I replied.

And he turned and called to the woman standing behind him:

"bring me a new MacBook Pro."

And she did,

and the soggy computer was whisked away

and replaced 

with a brand-spanking new one.

Ah, the miracles of owning a Mac.

And of being honest.

I still don't know

what the big deal is!