On the way back from my office to my apartment, I came across a line of people sitting on the sidewalk. Some reading, some playing checkers, some talking on cellphones, etc. Curious, I followed the line to the end of the block. It turned left, so I followed it to the next corner. A block later,Â the lineÂ turned left again. At this point,Â I had a hint that I was close to the end of the queue. Someone had attached to the fence that separated the queue from the rest of the footpathÂ a handwritten sign:
Will sell my
17th18th place in line. Must go to work.
Twenty yards on, I came to the head of the line: the Apple store. Turns out that nearly three blocks worth of New Yorkers are queuing to be among the first to buy an iPhone when they go on sale at 6pm tonight.
(Here’s what the local rag has to say about it.)