ABOUT A GIRL

Some months ago, when word got around my parents' house that they were buying me an iPod Nano for my birthday, my 10-year-old sister heard that it was a replacement (for my ancient 2nd generation version). Having seen the iPod Shuffle my brother and I had purchased for our adult sister (that's the always-entertaining Morgen Morgan), she commandeered my brother's cell phone one evening conversation to ask for my old iPod (a request she was hardly alone in making).

Now it's Christmastime, and sometime last night I received a message subject-lined "about a present" from my parents' account:

Dear Billy

Are you going to give me for Christmas your old iPod? Please

I want a iPod I mean your old iPod.You promised on Matthew’s

Cell phone. Please please please please please. Billy it will be the right thing to doom and my teacher Mrs. Snodgrass she really wants to see you

Badly.

Elllie

Aw, this isn't fair. How could I say no?

Easy enough: I didn't. In my reply, I pointed out that she wouldn't have any fun with it because she currently owns no music. So I asked her what kind of music she did want (knowing full well that my parents are buying her a CD player).

I never actually promised the iPod, but I did promise to think about it. Now I'm afraid she's had visions of iPods dancing in her head... visions which I will surely dash.

Damn you, Steve Jobs.

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posted by WWB at 1:16 PM |