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?
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.