We have two MacBook Airs in our house. One of them—a basic, off-the-shelf model—travels around the house and goes on the road. It’s only 11 months old, but it’s become a ubiquitous companion, and tends to spend a lot of time on the kitchen island, which also serves as the day-to-day dining table. (You can probably tell where this is going, can’t you?)
A few weeks ago at dinnertime, we were enjoying some wine. As usual, the MacBook Air was nearby, open, and in use. I brought the finished plates around, and in the dim light forgot where the wine glass had been left. Knock. Bang. Oh crap.