I thought of a classic case of Apple related eavesdropping from Sweden I read in a blog a while ago and thought I'd translate it to english so you could also enjoy it. Source: http://fredrik.cafe.se/en-man-som-heter-ove-koper-en-data-som-inte-ar-en-data/ I’m in my local computer-store to buy a cord. In front of me in the line stands a middle aged man. The man: (Waves a midsize package in front of the sales clerk) So! Is this one of them Ajjpadds (Ipad)?? Clerk: (Visibly uncomfortable) Yes, excactly. But it would be great if you didn’t wave it around like that.. Man: (Looks skeptically at the package) Well! And that is a data machine, right?? (Here he actually means ”dator” which is the swedish translation of ”computer”, but the older, technology allergic generation still often use the laymans term ”data” which roughly translates to ”data-machine”) Clerk: (Nods doubtfully) Yes…. Or rather.. It’s an iPad. Some call it a ”tablet” and others call it a ”surftablet”. There are different ways to view it. Man: (Looks at the clerk as if he just spoke backwards) Uhuh! Clerk: (Nods doubtfully) Yeees.. Man: (Shakes the package some more) So, is this thing any good then?? Clerk: Yes. Or.. How do you mean? Man: (Sighs loudly, talks extremely slowly, like the clerk can’t understand swedish) Is. It. Any. Good?? Is it a good data machine?? Clerk: Well.. yes.. it’s very good, but it really depends on what kind of computer you want. Man: (Annoyed) I want a data machine, a regular ****ing data machine! Clerk: Well, this is really not a regular computer. Maybe you’d rather want a.. (searches for an obvious word that the customer could possibly relate to).. a laptop? Man: No, I ****ing don’t! I want a data machine! Clerk: A laptop is a computer. Man: (Upset) I know that! Clerk: Okey. (Silence) Man: (Looks skeptically at the box) Where do you fold out the keyboard? Clerk: Well, it doesn’t really have a keyboard. Man: (Looks angrily at the clerk) Well! That’s because you have to buy that separately ,right? For a lot of ****ING money! Clerk: No.. but… This computer HAS no keyboard. You control everything on the screen. Man: (Shakes his head slowly and tiredly, as if he’s just witnessed the sales clerk licking the outside of an ice cream counter) But I bloody hell need a keyboard. You ****ing get that, right? Clerk: (Sighs deeply, obviously counts to ten in his head) Okey. I see. But then I don’t think you should buy this computer. I think that you, for example, should buy a Macbook instead. Man: (Not convinced at all) A Macbook? Clerk: Yes. Man: Is that one of them e-readers everyone keeps talking about? Clerk: (Bottomless sigh) No. A Macbook is a.. it’s a.. laptop. With a keyboard. Man: Uhuh! Clerk: Yes. Man: (Shakes the package some more, then sourly looks around the store) Are they any good then?? Clerk: (Clearly resists the impusle to scratch his eyes out) Let me see if my colleague is finished with his customer, then he can come over and show you. Man: Uhuh! Clerk (Dissapears behind counter. Returns with a colleague.) Colleague: (Happily) Hi! How may I help you? Man: I want a data machine! Colleague: (Looks at the man, drops his happy face somewhat, looks at the other sales clerk with an obvious You’re-gonna-pay-for-this-look) Ooookey. A ”data machine” was it? Then, for a start, we could go over here to our section of portables. Man: (Sourly) Yes! I bloody hell know what a ”lapptopp” is. You don’t need to say ”portable”! Colleague: (Walks to the other end of the store while muttering) Great. This’ll be fun.. Clerk: (Sighs, looks at me) I can help the next customer then. Me: That’s me! Clerk: And how may I help you? Me: I’d like to buy a cord. Clerk: What kind of cord? Me: A white one, please! Clerk: (Looks doggedly at me for a long time. Looks at his watch. It’s twenty past ten a.m. Looks at the clerk in the next cashier) Could you assist this customer Sara? I’m ****ing going to lunch now.