Naughty. No, the bad kind.
Tonight’s internet access is courtesy of the nice people somewhere nearby who haven’t bothered to secure their wireless network. Thanks, nice people!
Though it’s technically stealing, I’m ok with it. See, I *am* still paying for internet at my old apartment, even though I’m not there to use it, so I think it all balances out in the universe somehow.
My plan for tonight was to eat at Panera and so take advantage of their free internet, but by the time I’d gotten home from work and taken a nap, they were about to close. Plan B was to go to Starbucks and pay for their free internet*, but there were no seats outside for Sammy.
I could have driven to another Starbucks, but the next nearest one is . . . some distance away. It’s unclear, really, as their store locator is less than user-friendly.
All I want is someplace with wireless access that’s nearby, open after 9, and possibly serves food. Is this so much to ask?
This is where the nice people come in. By leaving their network unsecured, they’ve provided me with all of these things except for the food, which, um, came from Sonic.
I know, it hasn’t been thirty days yet, but I’m tired tonight, there’s no way in poo I’m gonna cook, and most of the non-fast food restaurants are closed. The resolution-breaking seemed worth it. It’s the first fast food I’ve had in something like 22 days**, though, which is still an accomplishment.
Well looky there, I’ve put my stolen internet to good use by writing a whole post trying to justify my actions to the world. Jeezy creezy, get me to the porn already.
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* Stupid T-Mobile, making me pay to get to the interweb from somewhere that isn’t the comfort of my own home. Boo.
** Unless you count that other time I had Sonic, or that other other time. But both of those were Wendy’s ideas, so they don’t count. Are you following the rationalization here?
