When Apple meets analog.

The store was empty at 9:10AM when I strode in.

Hunter was ready for me.

He didn’t laugh when I brought out my charger.

My pink speaker “BOP” I didn’t know how to use (not their device).

My gold stylus because my fingers don’t work well on the keys.

He looked at my blog and pronounced typing to be cool.

For all his kindness, I promised to write him a letter.

Typed.