The kid at Office Depot scratched his head. "Well, yeah, I think we've got one that big," he said. He pointed to the vast area behind him. "Somewhere...somewhere over there." "You're sure?" I asked. "Because I fought all sorts of traffic to get here and I don't want to go home empty-handed." "Yeah, I'm pretty sure," the kid said. "Pretty sure? or for sure?" I replied. "Okay, I'm sure." The kid gave me one of those "you'd better buy something or else" looks. I, however, smiled in return. I resisted the urge to asked for directions a second time. Ten minutes later — which included some serious prices versus quality type of thinking — I purchased the small piece of computer equipment and left. I'd come to Office Depot on a quest. It had recently become apparent that I needed to upgrade my home-based Mac and this included a great deal more hard drive space. Now this isn't that b...
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