Like IV drip to a hospital patient.
Like Diet Coke to a model.
Like face lift to an aging movie star.
Like Starbucks to yuppies.
That is what internet connection is to me, I’m afraid. I came up to
Sounds like a great plan!
Until I found out the phone lines were down. *gasp!*
And so after a moment of reflection this morning, I went off to Session Road, logging my hulk of a boyfriend CK, in search for that IV drip called FREE WI FI ACCESS. The sign on the window outside Zola Café was the sole reason I wandered in.
Not so much the fact that they were playing Pop Goes my Heart when I came in.
Not so much that they actually have tomato catsup which I need to go with my tocilog breakfast.
If the place were a dump and the service bad, I would still be a happy camper as long as there is free wifi…and as long as they don’t throw me out even if I have hogged this table for the past couple of hours!
Ain’t I easy to please?!