Silversun Pickups and I can't remember the other

It's already paid for. So is the printer. She just needs to pick it up.
It is Marie's very first laptop. A nice man named Gerald sold it to her.
We arrive at Future Shop.
We are told that her laptop is "Just coming off the bench". We eventually get a glimpse of the bench through a doorway, but we cannot take a picture of it because we have no batteries.
It doesn't occur to us to buy some...in Future Shop.
The fellow helping us (not Gerald) soon ignores us for a customer who still contains a potential for comission.
We browse.
I rub a copy of Bioshock on my face.
We examine CDs. 3 for $25. Good deal. We initially decide to split them. We end up getting three each. Every rack we randomly encounter contains a new batty of CDs to choose from. Under the same promotion.
Marie curses each time we hit new selections. Because she has to start over. Or, she says "goodness!" She says "goodness" often. And "heavens!"
I enjoy it when she exclaims things.
We each have Regina Spektor's Begin to Hope. We are similar individuals.
Tool's Lateralus and The Mars Volta's Amputechture.
I carry the printer. I concentrate on not dropping it.