1984: I recall the first time I saw a Macintosh at a ComputerLand outlet at The Bay department store in downtown Vancouver, BC Canada. My friend Don B enthusiastically showed the homely beige box to me and another (nameless) friend.
The friend had zero computer experience; I explained that the way to control the Mac was by moving the mouse. The friend picked up the mouse, and waved it in the air. "Nothing's happening," she complained.
Through an academic program that saved some money, Don later purchased the (horrifically expensive) original Mac with its mesely 128KB RAM (all Steve Jobs thought anyone would ever need). It was fun, because it was so different; it was also slow, upgradeable, and soon become a doorstop.
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