Not here to judge

One week ago, I sat in a line. For 5 hours. To get an iPhone. And not for me. I'm not here to judge, but who does this?

I got to the line by 1 p.m. and the phones went on sale at 6 p.m. The gentlman in the front of the line had been there since 9 a.m. 9 hours for a phone? That's a long time. The gentleman second in line (kind enough to give me his chair as he felt bad for me sitting on the concrete) didn't quite know how he was going to pay $600 for his phone, but figured it would be worth it. The third person in line was a college girl studying pre-med. She and two of her closest girlfriends flitted in and out of line giggling and drinking starbucks. Two more people back was the 13 year old deaf girl who was holding a spot in line for her mother's boss. He showed up 15 minutes before the phone went on sale. And if I understood correctly, the little deaf girl got paid $50 for more than 5 hours of her day. And then there was me in line behind them all. #6 in line for a phone.

Again I stress that I have never sat in line for anything. No game systems, no toys, nothing. And so I chatted with the two apple poster children in the front of the line. I'd stereotype them as computer geeks. They both sat there using the panara wireless network and their iBooks to download the software needed to set up their iPhones that night. They both knew every detail about the phone and how long it had been coming and how it works and what features it could have and on and on and on. Every time someone asked what the line was for one of them had a sarcastic comment, such as "Jesus has come back as a phone."