So I was waiting for a train, while reading the geek history “On The Edge: The Spectacular Rise and Fall of Commodore” (which — in my humble geeky opinion — really is excellent). The station host lady looked at it, and (given its lovely hardback binding and olde booke looke when it’s out of its dustjacket) asked if it were some classic piece of literature or history.
I said no, it was a history of electronics. (I dumbed my answer down a tad.)
She paused, her interest in it completely quashed, totally pounded without mercy into the ground. It would be a cold day in hell before she’d even consider glancing at such a book.
Then as politely as possible: “We really are all different, aren’t we.”
I couldn’t help but agree.