by Leslee Kulba
Wild West blogger
Today feels like Atlas Shrugged. I visited multiple places with Wi-Fi to try to find a working hotspot. I was unsuccessful. The first place was a restaurant where the hostess had red and black hair and facial piercings. She greeted me with the usual sneer that says, “I’m too cool for this job, so don’t expect any help from me,” and then she disappeared around the corner. Before finding the Wi-Fi, I had to fuel the car, and the gas station was out of gas. When I finally found a hotspot, I found my computer was malfunctioning, and so is this one.