
In my hurry to escape the store, I'd left my extension cable there after having tested Replacement III for power leakage across the chassis.
So I returned to see if it'd been left in some corner of the 28,000 square-foot store, hoping against hope that I'd not have to pay for a new one to replace or get a refund on the unit. So, I asked one of the 'Creatives' at the Studio, where I'd left the cable, if he could have a look for it:
Blankly (not his name),"Uh, try the guy who served you? What was his name, do you remember?"
I replied that the guy's name was M***.
PlusBlank. "We've got about 20 guys called M****."
I could tell that my question offered no creative potential and was therefore pretty worthless, thanked the guy profusely and wandered off in search of someone more focused, less creative.
Suddenly, I encountered someone who was a true delight - so delightful that I reckon he's an iGuy, sent to the present day from 22nd Century Apple. Cute, of an indeterminate age, cuddly as a hobbit (but without hairy toes), quick to smile, eager to please, and approachably sweet without being saccharine. He gave me advice that read like Chicken Soup for the Stored-Out Soul: "Just keep trying people until you get the right answer".

Then I packed it into the box with my laptop and went downstairs, where they swapped my computer for a new one. That was the easy bit. As I waited at the counter for my new MacBook Pro, M*** appeared, as if by magic. Of course, wearing matching black outfits as they do, Apple Store staff seem to appear by a process of self-replication, like that scene in The Matrix where Smith suddenly becomes A Lot of Smiths. Only it's like, A Lot of M***s.
So, depending on what I'm wearing, I feel voltage of varying degrees coursing through my fingertips. The only surefire way of guaranteeing minimal transmission is by standing on the chair when I'm using my laptop. Really - I've tested this.
Barefoot at my desk, first thing in the morning, I'm shocked into a state of wakefulness. The best thing, I'm sure, is to buy insulated clothing. A wetsuit, perhaps.
Ouch...
My MBP gives me a little tingle, but only if I've got my external drive, but not the power supply attached. I thought it was the little hairs on my arms getting caught in the edge of the case, but after a bit of Googling, I realise that everyone gets this...
One of the fun things about owning a Mac (but not one I had anticipated when I bought it!)