Completely off at a tangent, but I can't resist, and I know you all want to read this.
When I was but a lad, back last century, I accompanied my grandfather from the suburb to the city and return on the tram. Grandad smoked a pipe, and did so on the return journey (such things were permitted those days). When it came time to alight, G'dad stuffed his pipe into his jacket pocket in order to help me in safety off the tram, in the middle of the road.
G'dad then encountered a professional colleague on the footpath and stopped to converse, completely forgetting the pipe. It was not until I'd persisted in tapping on G'dad's arm - a forbidden activity - that his pocket, by then smoldering merrily, was brought to his attention. There followed some frenetic activity, first in getting the hot pipe out of the pocket, the jacket off, and the fire extinguished under G'dad's shoe.
Oh yes, nearly forgot - I'd go for the new MBP.