I ate while driving to the Apple store
To request an iPad replacement;
My eyes bespotted by Easton lore,
Of fountains and architecture high-rent.
I was soon was there
in the hipster's lair:
full of blue-t'd youth with hair bent.
They buzzed like bees and took my name
talking inside their blueteeth;
They had me stand and loiter same,
like the others I hung like a wreath.
My third contact
did confirm intact:
a fresh iPad with no scratches 'neath!