It's a Friday night at Victrola coffee shop, located on the trendy 15th Avenue strip. A lot of tables are filled by groups of threes and fours. The other tables are filled mainly with groups of one, with their laptop computer plugged into the wall, lattes near finished. These people look like they are diligently working on paper research, updating themselves on world affairs, checking The Stranger's I Saw U page.
So, I purchased tea (not to go, but for here instead please) and headed over to the last two person table next to an outlet left. Assuming I would join these people in their Friday night internet shenanigans, maybe work on my blog.
After a frustrating ten minutes of trying to get my internet to load, I discovered the internet was down. I got the attention of the 30 something liberal to my left. He said his computer hasn't been working the whole time either and that he was just going to go. It's been an hour. The 30 something alternative rocker behind me confesses that he too has been staring at a blank computer, just waiting around for the connection to do something for quite some time. A couple other people who were now found out to not be working on anything at all looked up. They looked anxious and hopeful at the same time, hoping for the internet they've been waiting to magically appear on their tool bar. The rocker and I decided to get the barista to re-set the internet. So she did, and the internet was back on.
A lesson to learn my dear fellow Seattle-ites...
Speak up. It's wireless internet. You're not asking the male employee at Walgreens to locate the tampon aisle for you. It's just wireless internet.
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