I was writing one of my friends whose real-life name might be Sarah. Or not. I mean, I like to keep everyone anonymous-ish on my blog. So it could be that her name is NOT REMOTELY SARAH. Anyway, in the email I wrote, "Sarah, smile" and found myself hilarious and THAT DOESN'T MEAN HER NAME IS SARAH. It could be that--that--
Oh, forget it.
The point is, I wrote "Sarah, smile" and then I got all in the mood to hear the song Sara Smile by the illustrious Hall & Oates. And I KNEW I already had that song on my iPod, because who doesn't? It's the Chanel of iPod songs.
But when I got home last night, and clicked on the song Sara Smile on my iPod?
Nothing.
Nothing!
It'd skip right over the song. Like it wasn't there! But it WAS there! And when I went to my iTunes store it said, "Yeah, June, you already purchased Sara Smile, because who hasn't?"
So that flummoxed me.
This morning, instead of writing a blog post as I always do, I got on the horn with AppleCare. Because you can't just NOT have Hall & Oates in your life.
The AppleCare guy heard my tale of woe and had me get on my iTunes. "Now, what song was it?" he asked.
Mustering all the dignity I could, I told him.
"...And who's the artist?"
WHO'S THE ARTIST? WHOOOOOOOOOO'S THE ARTIST? Once in college I was looking for a copy of King Lear and my college librarian asked me who wrote it. I was just as appalled then.
"How OLD are you?" I asked AppleCare guy. He kind of laughed, but I'll bet you anything he wasn't even born when Sara Smile was a song. "Just because a song happens before your time doesn't make it a bad song," I chastised him. "I mean, I have a song by The Ink Spots on my iTunes." I like how I was all smug while he was the one probably making twice what I do leading addled old people like me through their iTunes drama.
Anyway, he had me click on some cloud image and then unclick it and then wave a butter knife in the air and chant, and then lo and behold, guess who had her some Sara Smile on her computer?
"Thank you," I said to the guy. "Go home and download this song. You won't be sorry." He did the nervous laugh thing again. I should totally send him the 45.
Anyway, that's where I was this morning. In case you were worried sick.
It's you and me forever. Love, June.
