robs
For a fraction of a second I considered grabbing a colleague's iPod and making a run with it.
That would not have been stealing at all. "Oh yes, it would!" Oh no, it wouldn't! I would have simply rescued a forlorn orphan instead. His inconsiderate and clearly unfit daddy had taken a long lunch break and left the poor creature crying on his desk, begging me for a cuddle. I soon came to my senses, which means that I am not typing this from HM Brixton Prison's Internet café (what do you mean there isn't one? Better stay on the right side of the law then). How the hell has Apple managed to make these little bundles of technology whisper "You… want… MEEE!" every time you pass by one of them? Oh, it's every time I pass by one? Time to go home then. Lord, is this week hard!