Journey to the Center of the Apple Store

Journey to the Center of an Apple Store

You walk into the nearest apple store to your house, which was a 14 hour flight away. The place is enormous. There's no line, you just sign in at a kiosk and there are beds and couches spread out among the rows and rows of the same 5 products. iPhones, iPads, iPods, MacBook Laptops, and MacBook PCs. All white. Everything is white. Oh 6 products. There are Airpods.

You sit down on one of the couches some where in the middle of the store. You assume that because you can't see any nearby walls. From behind you someone taps you on the shoulder. You look up to see a thin man, about 5ft7in tall. He has a hooked nose and a jutting pointy chin. One of his eyes is squinted but the other is open wide on the upper half, the bottom eyelid quivering as if it can't decide whether to go up or down.
"HOW DO YOUUUUU STREAM MUSIC?" He seems to force the question out from behind gritted teeth.
You use spotify, you reply tersly.
"YOU KNOW NAPSTER TAKES LESS LISTENS FOR THE ARTIST TO GET THERE MONEEEEEE" his voice squeals and his head cocks back. You can see up his pointy nose. It's full of beads. The beads glimmer enticingly. For some reason you want to reach in and grab one. Your hand begins to rise but the wiry man snaps downwards and slaps your hand away with a rolled up iPad user manual.
"NO ONE CAN HAVE THEM!"
You look around quickly, embarrassed but no one seems to notice. Most are busy trying to shield there eyes from all the white light. The floor is underlit so you can't even look down.
You see a blind man sticking his way down an aisle and feel envious. His number has finally been called.
You check the app. Your stuck here until Tuesday. Its Friday. You wanted to see your significant other this weekend but you have to get the iPhone 36. It has 17 camera lenses now.