WiFi leeching blues

Stephen Baker

I'm sitting our cold porch with the laptop. It's the only place where I can leech my neighbor's WiFi. Mine went dead, for some unknown reason. I tell my wife that if the neighbor (I don't know which one) turns off his WiFi, I may have to work at Starbucks today. She hates that because I spend money and come back reeking of coffee grounds.

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