Freedom, your name is iPad

Thank goodness for a visit from a friend who is knowledge-laden and bowed down with computer lore, as well as carrying great insights about the aspects of my life that needed nurturing by a new technological touchstone. After much puzzling over which digi-friend would be the best companion on my time travels to catch up and become validated as a citizen of twentyfirstdom, there is an iPad Air in the Chiefdom, with a Regal red cloak and a magical, magnetically attachable key-board, in lieu of a scepter.
Said much traveled and foreign-living friend, (dragged) drove me five miles to the new, and previously unexplored, territories of  Bighallways Shopping Mall where many Blueshirted minions were scurrying to arrive at a glass cube, named AppleStore. The secret of the blue shirts was revealed as the glass panels opened before them, whilst a wizard stroked his magic book and waved his fingers in graceful, yet incomprehensible gestures. Several attempts to follow the blue ones through the portal were rebuffed by the gate-keeping Sorcerer, until the spell written on his tome turned from 09:59 to, what must be, the witching hour of 10:00. Open sesame!
We were paired with a charming Blueshirt named Jill, who maintained her composure and lovely smile in the face of a torrent of queries and way too much extraneous information. Lovely Gadabout Friend negotiated "many useful things" to be added to my personal electronic steed, as well as acquiring a 10% employee discount; although she does not own a blue shirt and that is not one of  her colors. May hap we wore them down?