It finally happened. I didn't think it could happen to me. It crept upon my being so carefully, quietly, yet today I discovered that I have joined the millions who have become dependent on their internet connections. I was in denial, but today I had no choice but to face the truth. I ventured out of the house to a coffee shop to make use of their free wi-fi connection and get a change of pace from the ONE chair I have in my house. Lo and behold, their wireless wasn't working! Or wasn't it? My network icon said I was connected with excellent strength, but that little firey fox couldn't sniff out a single thing.
What was going on? I panicked. "I just spent five dollars on your coffee and croissant so I could sit here and not take advantage of you! But now there is no internet. And I can't try somewhere else because I just had coffee, and more importantly, already spent money for an internet connection when I had one at home."
Lindsay, Lindsay, what's the matter? It was coffee! Your love, your passion! (I didn't go to starbucks, ya know, I went to a place that makes COFFEE) But somehow, all I could think of was that darned lack of connection, and the fact I coulda saved money and drank the coffee at home (which isn't necessarily true anyway, as I'm almost out).
*sigh* what am I coming to? Used to be the coffee shop wi-fi was all I had (ah, sweet Muddy's, you served me well). But alas! now I need it all the time. When did the internet become more important than a good cup of coffee?
