Friday, 10 December 2010

iPads will be the ruin of us all

Here we are out for lunch. How lovely.

But then disaster strikes.

The little grits are introduced to the iPad courtesy of a local resident aged 11. (I now suspect she is an iPad sales assistant in disguise.)

By 4pm, Squirrel has been possessed by the spirit of the iPad and refuses to let anyone near it. Well you can try. Touch it and you die. Simple.

By 6pm mama Grit has cut a deal with the other diners, left the restaurant, gone shopping, bought a pair of boots, returned home, and walked back to the restaurant to see the iPad party still in full swing.

The restaurant owner says no problem. They can carry on playing all night so long as they keep on buying the beers.