The Amazing Mind-Reading iPod

I thought it was just a fairy tale, a tale told by rabid iPod fans who were kinda loose on the head. But lo! This morning, I almost fell over in shock when Dante, my attention-seeking iPod (like its namesake), correctly guessed my thoughts three times.

Like most iPod users, I have my iPod set on Shuffle which makes the experience more interesting since I cannot be always certain what my iPod will choose next. Sometimes, Dante the iPod can correctly guess what song I like only once. But never twice let alone THREE times.

So, I was listening to one of my playlists and distantly thinking what song I wanted next. The iPod served the song I wanted and it was no biggie since it wasn't the first time this happened. In the middle of the second song, I again had a very distant (like passing) thought that I wanted this song next. When the iPod played that song next, I thought, "If Dante guesses the next song that I want, I'm going to freak out" already certain that there was no way in hell that the iPod could correctly guess my thoughts three times in a row.

As I dropped by Starbucks to buy my favorite poison o' choice, the iPod played the exact song that I wanted. For third effin' time. I didn't exactly freak out, but I had a huge and goofy smile on my face. At 8 in the morning. Inside a nearly empty coffee shop. XD

That was a really interesting experience. Even my previous iPod (now magnetic_rose's Virgil) never correctly guessed my thoughts three times. Heh.

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Since I already mentioned I dropped by Starbucks, allow me to rant about something:

You know, I absolutely DESPISE it when some lady spends her sweeeeet little time inside the ladies room when there's only ONE cubicle available. I would've let it go without complaints if the lady were changing clothes. Even if she was doing a number 2, I don't think anyone would spend TEN minutes inside the bathroom unless it was a really bad and big number 2. Considering how the room didn't smell bad after she left, I would assume that she didn't have any big and bad explosions in there. Heck, I don't think she even did a number 2. She only, what, took just 10 or more minutes primping herself up.

If the ladies room consisted of numerous cubicles, I don't care if she would take an hour fixing herself and annoying the shit out of her boyfriend. But the thing is, it's just ONE room and she had to lock the goddamned door and fix herself up while I -- and a couple of other ladies -- waited outside. I was so tempted to knock on the door and tell her to hurry the hell up, but I had more restraint than that. But, geezus, woman, can you at least have the courtesy to give way to the people waiting in line? For the love of Vergil and everything holy and pure (.....), can you at least have some kindness and consider that the ladies lining up aren't like you? That they actually want to take a piss? Especially women who suffer from a Urinary Tract Infection like I do?

Shit. It's at these times when I wish I were a man and I don't have to deal with women like this bitch. At least men don't spend ten f**king minutes fixing themselves up in front of the mirror.

For the record, I sometimes beat my boyfriend when it comes to bathroom breaks. I would actually be the one waiting for him outside. Hah, can you beat that, you little bitch?