Grandma was holding the sale, which consisted mainly of about 200 souvenir ashtrays. I didn't take a photo, and now I regret it.
My Mac is back, as you can see. As I can, too. It had a bad cable that was causing the backlight to go out randomly so I couldn't see the screen. The enterprising Apple genius fixed it himself instead of sending it off for a week. "It was scary!" he said.
I'm glad he was brave.