It’s been said that Apple attracts some oddballs now and then. Hey, I’m out here, aren’t I? But every once in awhile someone really takes that "Think different" slogan to a whole new level, and I get to witness it because I work right there in the thick of it. What happened last week was no exception.
As I turned onto Mariani Avenue I saw a giant turtle on the sidewalk, waving at incoming Apple employees. I waved back. “I like this guy already,” I thought. But I didn’t quite catch what his sign said. Something about 10% market share, and beating Dell. That was enough to make me go out to shake his hand. Two of my coworker friends decided to come with.
I can’t trace my affinity to strange people back to one singular source. Sesame Street and the Muppets? Hanging out with the "theatre crowd"? Being a Lewis? Yeah, probably being a Lewis. I’ve just always loved people who were different, and not afraid to be different. The thing that shocked me was that as I came within 30 meters of the Giant Turtle, my two friends simultaneously stopped walking and let me continue on without them, without saying a word. I wondered if I hadn’t noticed some chalk line labeled "BLAST RADIUS" scribbled on the pavement, and continued on.
It turned out the Turtle’s name was Henry, and he was a president of something. He was pretty nice. I shook his hand, as promised, and took a flier from him which repeated the information on his website. The idea of what he does is still slightly fuzzy in my mind, even with the aid of the information on his website. He said that contacting Apple the normal way wasn’t too effective, so he hoped that this might work better. I told him I had his back on the 10% thing and wished him luck. After looking at the source code on that website, I should have told him to stop using MS Word to make web pages (blllleeccch!!!), but I didn’t. Please pardon that dereliction of duty.
The guy in the security van pulled up just outside the blast radius and asked me for the flier. Apparently I had made first contact. I handed it over on the condition that I could go back and get a second one to keep. That seemed okay with him, so I did. Henry even gave me an extra for a friend.
So the moral of the story is… actually, I’m going to let you guys fill that one in. Post your Moral of the Story in the Peanut Gallery. Let’s see what we can all learn from the turtle who became President. Of Something.