I bought my 60 GB PS3 exactly 10 years ago during a business trip to Philly. One evening, after stuffing my belly full of Jim's Steak on South Street, I hobbled around, and stumbled into GameStop. At that time, Wii as all the rage. Everybody was buying it, even my wife (my girlfriend at that time) who doesn't like video game wanted one.
I went in, and asked for a Wii. They didn't have it, but they told me they had one 60 GB PS3 left. I knew my wife would kill me for spending $600, but I decided to buy it since PS3 was selling out everywhere. I also bought Motorstorm and Resistance, and right after I pay, the GameStop employee asked "should I call the police?". They said there have been "incidents", and they can call the police to escort me to my car. I asked for a taxi to take me back to my hotel.
Since my wife was going to kill me if she found out I bought a $600 toy, I decided to ditch the box, and stuff the heavy ass PS3 in my duffel bag before my flight back to Boston. TSA gave me shit for bringing such a big electronic device on board, but I wasn't going to check my bag in. For the next 3 months, I would wake up at 5am, plug the PS3, and play for ~2 hours before my wife wakes up. One day, my wife slipped on an ice while we were walking our dog, and hit her head to the pavement. She had mild concussion, and she said she lost some short term memory. ER cleared her, and told her to simply rest. Back at home, I took my PS3 out, and when she said "what the fuck is that?", I said "it's the PS3 you gave me on Christmas!".
I think this is why the fat 60 GB PS3 has a special place in my heart.