SadMac-Sack

So, my beloved MacBook is having a one possibly THREE night stay with the fucking "geniuses" at the Apple store. Can I this one thing? I love my Mac - love it, but the Apple store is like the fourth circle of hell. The hell imagery is both metaphorical and literal, like does it have to be so fucking hot in there??
There seems to be some sort of defect with the top casing around the keyboard. At first tons of people, myself included were having problems with the plastic staining on the wrist-rest area... NOW...after only six months a the edge on the right palm rest is cracking. I was unable to take an effective picture for myself, but you can see what I'm talking about here.
Mine didn't completely crack off, but was definitely on its way. I figured I would have a better chance of getting free repair/replacement if I took it in before it actually broke off and I had to listen to some "genius" tell me how I must have dropped it or some shite.
So, looong story short, they are fixing the stupid thing- for free, but because they are evil, took my computer from me for possibly days. I feel totally naked. I keep thinking, I'll just go grab my computer - but uhhh. It no there. I walked away from the Apple store in total shock and denial, holding my very light computer bag on my shoulder. I didn't realize just how attached I had gotten to that damn hunk of cute.
Sigh. Now, I know they won't pet her and tell her she's a pretty girl before she goes to bed tonight - but they better not hurt her is all I'm spraying. UGH.