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If I Were Jason Bateman

Yesterday, Jason Bateman was booed at an Apple store in L.A. when he was escorted in to purchase the new iPhone 4--skipping the rather long line of waiting techies.

I had a few thoughts about this when I first head it.

First off, why is this even news?

Secondly, why are people so offended?

How many people would honestly wait in a line like that if they didn't have to? Having been to several amusement parks, I can tell you that I've never seen a person turn down a chance to cut a line for any reason.

It doesn't make it right, but people do it.

I'll tell you one thing though, if I were Jason Bateman, I would not have cut that line, because I wouldn't have even bothered going to the store in the first place.

After all, I'd be a famous actor. I'd make my assistant go down and wait in line for me. Then again, I might feel bad for my assistant, so maybe I'd just call Apple and have them send me an iPhone 4.

The point is--there are perks to being famous. Why else would we all dream about being famous if there weren't? It's fine to be envious of someone, but why act like you wouldn't take advantage of being famous if you could?

Besides, the guy was on Arrested Development, arguably one of the best television shows of all time.

If I were him, I'd say that's worth jumping a line or two.

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