Yesterday I popped into the downtown SF one, which was packed. Near the front was a display of MacBooks, which I’ve been curious about. My old 17-inch Powerbook and I are as one, but it gets heavy at times. I picked up the nearest white one, and the young woman next to me became agitated.
YW: Oh, you’re not supposed to do that!
Me: Why not?
YW: Oh, you can’t do that!
Me: I want to see how heavy it is.
YW: I’m supposed to be watching this display and you’re not supposed to do that!
Me, noting that all the MacBooks are securely attached and therefore imminently unstealable: Really?
YW (looks even more agitated, starts glancing from side to side)

I head to the other end of the table where I pick up the lovely black MacBook without intervention. Much more portable machine. As I go out the door, I turn to check, and the YW is gone. In her place is a scruffy young man who is handling the white MacBook with all the enthusiasm of a would-be buyer, holding it up and looking underneath.