This guy. Right here.
I had finally scheduled an appointment with Apple’s Genius bar while at work on Friday. I made the appointment for 3 40 the next day, figuring that gave me enough time to watch the TV I wanted to and complete my necessary amount of bumming around.
Once I arrived at Apple, they told me that I had made my appointment for 3 40 AM and not PM. Who knew Apply on 5th Ave was open 24/7?
I did, but I guess I just can’t operate a simple scheduling calendar.
So they set me up for an appointment last night at 7 pm. After about an hour of working things through, Allen, my Mac Genius, fixed everything. We had started the computer up in Safe Mode just in case, so he asked me to empty my trash can just in case so we could continue.
I said that he could go ahead and delete whatever was in there, but he suggested I take a look just in case. I opened up my trash can and took a quick glance at things. Seeing nothing I needed, I scrolled to the bottom, and there it was. Staring at Allen and I like a starved dog in heat.
My porn.
I don’t even remember what was it was, but I know that it had the words ‘mud wrestle’ in it. Without even a moments hesitation, I closed the window and said in a voice that I hope didn’t sound like a man found with one hand on the junk already “YUP! We’re good!”
I’m not sure what Allen saw, but I do know that my computer is back to normal. And if a few moments of awkwardness between me and a complete stranger [centered around my mud porn] is what it takes, then gosh darn it I’m willing to suffer.
