You round the corner past the dusky coffee shop and run smack-dab into a line that’s hundreds of people-long. You crane your neck to see what’s at the other end of this human queue, noticing tangles of white wires leading from heads to fingerless gloved-hands, Starbucks logos, fancy shoes, and the occasional jean jacket. Eventually you spot the unmistakable white emblem — that symbol of corporate fawning — emblazoned on the window of the store down the street.
You just unwittingly joined a line of Apple hipsters.
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