still no repaired macbook
Yesterday, I called Double Click, my friendly local repair place, and I said, “Um, what’s the deal with my MacBook? Where is it?” The guy said, “Oh. I just left you a message: it’s here!” I was hoping that would be the case. I left my phone at home, so I got to spend much of the day fantasizing about what kind of awesome voicemails I would have: I’d have won the lottery, my laptop would be in. Heck, maybe just my brother would be visiting. Anything!