Oh god, it happened. I got invaded by Zombies. A big black mother and her 5 teenage kids. Door flies open, they pour in. Run straight to the Mac, playing my music. I knew that was the first to go, it's fodder for kids. These kids are smart, while I was introducing myself to their mother, they found itunes and loaded the gangsta rap. Quick little buggers. So the mother is bitching to me about prices, my prices, "whatchu mean you can't give me no price" and the whole zombie schpeel. Her kids, in the meanwhile, are carefully inspecting the back of the TVs and computers for their connections. My monitor, on my desk, goes black. They pulled the connection out, watched it hit the floor moved onto another shiny object. I have an external drive that I built awhile ago. it's beautiful. And it's sitting on top of my computer. "OOOO waz dt ?! " "Hoooooly sheit, check dis sheit OUT!" "WHOA DAYUM" and the mother, while her zombie kids are losing their IQ8 minds, keeps blathering on "brrraaaiiins" . Finally, they leave. All the AT&T pens on the mac table are gone.