Ipodians Eyes Only
I recently received an Ipod Mini with the purchase of my laptop. I've discovered that there is much more to this tiny machine than convenient music. I was suddenly part of an elite secret club. On the train, on the El, walking downtown, suddenly I found myself exchanging knowing glances and smiles to fellow Ipodians. We are like an alien race that is slowly taking over the world. We can recognize each other by pure instinct. We share secret handshakes and shun those who aren't "one of us". I tried to comfort myself by convincing myself that no one had my interesting mix of songs on their Ipod. I was sure I was the only one who had Mr. Randy’s Greatest Hits. The growing number of Ipodians, however, has planted a seed of doubt about this. There are certain things you have to get used to once you become an Ipodian. I find myself walking in time to whatever song is playing at the time. This causes me to slow down suddenly at times. Frequently the person behind me can't adjust as quickly and runs into me. At other times, I must increase my speed. Twice now, I have almost killed myself running up flights of stairs to the beat of a fast song. I reach the top heaving and gasping for breath. Strangers looked at me like I was crazy, but then I caught the eye of a fellow Ipodian. She nodded and smiled and gave the secret hand signal. I knew then that I was part of a unique new race. At other times I find myself in a modern day musical. I was getting strange looks from fellow pedestrians as I walked to school one day. Suddenly two Ipodians flanked me and started singing the same song that I had been listening too. I realized that I had been singing out loud. It took only moments before I was in the midst of an entire group of Ipodians, singing in perfect harmony and performing a synchronized dance on the sidewalk. Unfortunately all this fantastic dancing caused me to pull a hamstring. As you can see, an Ipod is much more than it appears. They should put all this on the warning label.