I had the misfortune of having to go into an apple store to get my phone fixed the other day. They take pretence and condescension to new levels. Apparently it was my fault for not reading the terms and coditions that I had to check in with a 'specialist' before i should have presented myself at the genius bar where I waited 15 minutes some form of eye contact from the shifty fuckers. it turns out that there is only one specialist, easily identifiable by wearing exactly the fucking same clothes as every other twat in there, who had a massive queue of people. Weird that I swerved the queue for the unknown thing and went straight to the place where I had an appointment.
I then proceeded to watch one of their staff fail miserably to be able to count over a grand in used notes that some shifty looking geezer was using to buy a shiny new mac. 3 fucking times they had to count and kept losing count at £200. they;d be fuck all use at an afterparty!
After being told it was my fault, again, for not properly reading the email they had sent me when I booked the appointment, I decided to read every single fucking word of the terms and conditions of repair. And offer up some banal and inane questions. Then I remembered the human centiPad and gave them another quick read. Then they asked me for my passcode, presumably so they could read all my emails. The twats.
I fucking hate apple
But they make some great equipment