If you read my last post you already know that I am have issues with the technology in my life right now. I am hoping that someday I will be smart enough to fix them and that Comcast will somehow decide to pull its head out of its ass and come fix my internet. Yeah, I am a little frustrated. I know I am a little late for to join in on Tuesday’s Tribute, but the blog ate my homework, and my alarm didn’t go off and I got a flat tire and traffic was bad and I got lost and…and…and did I mention Comcast sucks?
So today I would like to pay tribute to coffee time. Coffee time is what I am having right now as I sit in a local coffee shop decaf latte in hand. No caffeine after 2:00pm for me or I am a crazy sleep walker/talker/ dreamer, just ask my poor husband. Coffee time is also the password to the free wireless internet this particular local coffee spot provides for its patrons.
You see coffee time has not only brought me a lovely latte complete with pretty leaf design in the foam (and a gooey brownie, don’t tell Luke) but also high speed wireless internet. I brought my little laptop in and logged on and like a gift from the gods high speed internet is pumping through my handy little Dell’s veins. This makes it sound like internet is a drug. An addictive drug. And it is, don’t try to tell me you don’t go through withdrawals if yo can’t get your fix.
So tonight I salute not only Coffee Time, but the owner of the fine establishment because I needed a fix…the brownie and latte were honestly just a fantastic bonus. I am sure that Luke is thankful to Dell, this coffee shop and our car for making it possible to get me out of his hair and stop the whining, complaining and moaning from me.
It hasn’t seemed to faze me at all that that the table is wobbly and all the comfy seats are taken, and there is a table of un-showered college guys loudly watching YouTube about 15 feet from where I sit, it is probably my internet high, and the David Gray and Coldplay playing in my earbuds.
Also, yes that is a picture of my coffee cup and yes people looked at me funny when I pulled out my camera and started taking pictures of my coffee cup. Whatever they can think what they want, I don’t care… I’m online.
