After the Star Crap Express fiasco, I drove out into 18-wheel truck territory to pick up the PowerBook. Star Track Express made it difficult to the last minute (of course I don't park in the spaces marked "Visitors", I drive around the back where all the 18-wheel trucks are loading—silly me!), but that's enough press for them, bad or otherwise. The package was there, ready for the picking up:
Of course, a Mac comes in its own cool packaging, with handle:
It looks like Apple's still a little self-conscious about this:
I nearly cried. I don't think I've seen a user manual for a computer since I had a Commodore Amiga.
Finally, behold the shininess: