It occurred to me the other day Santa might think I want something for Christmas I don’t actually want.
How does this happen? You know how sometimes, close to Christmas, you get a little hypersensitive to the things your loved ones spend extra time looking at in stores? Maybe they dawdle over it, or keep going to back to it.
I realized that during our shopping expeditions, my husband has seen me spend a great deal of time playing with the Sony Reader display units. It probably looks to him as though I’m coveting.
I’m not. The 505 is in fine shape and already plays second fiddle to my iPod Touch. I don’t need another one.
What I’m doing is fixing them. People want to play with them but, not knowing how they work, tend to randomly hit buttons and screw them all up. I set the demo units back to a real page—usually a full-text page from the Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy excerpt—so they look their best.
Really, it’s in my best interest to make e-readers look as attractive as possible to the shopping public, right?
I hope I don’t end up with one under the Christmas tree.