Jonathan Ive's Sharia Style
I was on a business commuter flight the other day, which was also the maiden voyage of my MacBook Air. I had it out before takeoff. This was an international flight and I was in bulkhead. On international flights, they’re not as strict about not having your laptop on your lap during takeoff. This flight was only an hour and ten, and if I had to wait ’til cruising altitude, I’d never get any work done.
I slid it into the middle of my Economist (manila envelopes are the only think it fits in), but other guys had their mondo Dells out, so I stopped hiding it.
One of the flight attendants saw it and came over, pouncing on me. Drat. Nabbed.
I blinked when she cooed, “Ooooooo, is that the new MacBook? Can I touch it?”, because this wasn’t what I would think of as a nerd-bird. It was Etihad from DMM to AUH, and after a few days in Al Khobar, I found the fact that the flight attendants had neither an abaya nor hijab to be a pleasant surprise.
I handed it to her. She called over another flight attendant, who also cooed over it. They passed it back and forth extolling, “It’s so light! It’s so smooth! It feels sooooo good!”
They called over a third young woman who turned up her her nose and sniffed, unimpressed, “My brother has one of those.” She thus put the others in their place for being so unsophisticated as to not be totally bored by it yet. It’s a good thing that SAFEE isn’t implemented, yet, or we’d never have gotten off the ground. If looks could kill….
Pointedly ignoring her, my pair of flight attendants marveled over the Air for a bit longer and then handed it off to me so they could play with seatbelts and oxygen masks.
After they left, the guy across the aisle turned to me and said, “My god, I never thought I’d see the day when a laptop was better at picking up girls than a Ferrari. That’s it, I’m ditching Windows.”