The queue was as long as he expected. As good natured too. They always were. He’d been at… how many was it now? The first must have been when he bunked off school. He still remembered the dreadful job he’d had to do to have the money ready. His parents didn’t get it: “What’s wrong with the cheap one..?” No sense of style. Design. He high-fived someone he knew from last time and settled down for the night. He’d seen the launch, but to have one himself. His own beauty full one. That was worth a night in the rain.