Once upon a time there was a small device known as an ipod nano. Sometime approximately an indefinite amount of undetermined, unspoken moments directly, but not punctually, after, there was a mystical, shiny pink square shaped ipod, with a precious little touchscreen, and a clip on the back especially for the tacking on of this small gem. End Sentence.
One gorgeous, sunny, glorious day a girl named Mary decided to go into an artificially bright, ugly light lit store known as Target. Here it was on that fateful day, that the young maiden Mary chose to buy the littlest nano ipod. (The smallest one from apple yet!)
Mary and the littlest ipod had many a grand adventure together. They shared the same taste in music, together they would listen to their eclectic taste on many a road trip. The littlest ipod would gladly store music ranging from Ethan Keller, to Jimmy Needham, to an array of random artists, all the way to there beloved Nat King Cole.
The littlest ipod and Mary became such close friends that they would always be in within a short distance from each other. The littlest ipod came in handy at work as well, proudly supplying tunes for the lifeguards and the children in the pool to listen to.
Yes, this was a relationship built to last, or was it?
One day Mary probably doing something in her head, for she was prone to entertain herself with her imagination, must have forgot all about the littlest ipod. For, that day, she cannot remember which, she realized that it was missing! She looked around for it, but alas! to no prevail.
Mary, aware that others may perceive her way of keeping her room and car as being a slob, knew that the device would turn up in due time. She had been in this situation before, things seemed to do that to her, run away for a few days or so and then come back, pretending that they were under the Ace of Cakes t-shirt on the floor the whole time. The question is, where did these items go on these mini vacations? Did her treasured Pilot pen go to a writers convention? Maybe her toothbrush went to go file a formal complaint to Mary's dentist.
After a while of being seperated from the littlest nano ipod Mary learned to extend her time of deep thinking, and rediscovered the joys of radio.
Some time had passed, by now Mary knew that her ipod was either hiding in her room, or stolen. She did wish for the former to be true. She was wrong on both thoughts.
One fine summers eve in August, Mary and a few of her guy co-workers wished to view the film Mulan, the boys' idea of course. She had never noticed before how much disney pumped their actors with steroids to enhance there muscle volume. Those poor men, that were playing the Huns, she was sure it was Disney pressuring them to be overly buff, such a vile display of the lack of concern for human health, and the problem with the American image standard. After this a couple of the guys were apparently influenced by the film enough to where she was able to convince them to have a push up contest. The winner and loser of this shall remain anonymous. She proceded to discover a coat getting caught within the lazyboyesque chair in which she was sitting. "Who's coat is this?" She asked. Before anyone else could answer she answered herself, "Oh! It's mine." After some laughter, "I bet my ipod is in this pocket." She then screamed as if she was in a rock band. There it was! The littlest nano ipod!!!! It had been returned to her, all along in her coat pocket in her coat, on the floor, safe and sound in Macintosh, the boys house.
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