Wi-fi trumps all

Bob: so how was that new restaurant that you went to?
Joe: Well, later on I threw up the dinner, the wine was vinegar that had the label torn off, I had to take my order to the kitchen because the waiter was engaged in an urgent discussion of kleenex brands, and I caught the valet joyriding in my car, but it did have free wi-fi.
Bob: so i should go?
Joe: Oh yes, definitely!

These are the desperate lengths we will go to to obtain the holy grail of our internet society, free wi-fi. Few have made the journey, and most of them end up stranded in the back rooms and winding passageways of various coffee-shops, until they die from lack of Myspace and Facebook. But, a few brave souls have made the journey and return victourious, to flaunt their signal strength as a badge of honor.

I have had the honor of being related to one valiant adventurer who survived the quest, my mother. Starbucks will make you pay for internet access, but using all her wits and cunning she dodged the sticks of dynamite, automated blowpipes, and swinging axes to emerge from the maze with her wireless connection held aloft. This was probably the high-point of her month. She had outwitted the devious god of the no-signal-can-be-detected-zones without the loss of so much as one USB port.

But then again, I can't really make fun of these people because at the moment I am siting with my laptop precariously balanced on the arm of my chair, forcing me to type one-handedly wile my computer teeters on the edge of the precipice, in a desperate attempt to boost my signal.

C'EST MA VIE