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I'm such a newbie to this whole wi-fi hotspot starbucks thing. When I purchased a day pass on Thursday to work on my laptop there I assumed that the 24 hour pass I bought could be used anytime until the time was up.

Turns out it's a consecutive pass, meaning to take full advantage of it I'd have to be here at Starbucks for a full 24 hours. Now I don't know about you, but hello?? I don't know of a 24 hour starbucks and I certainly would not and COULD not spend a full 24 hours there working.

In the first place, my brain would explode from attempting to write 24 hours non-stop, secondly, I'd be buying too many caramel apple ciders and eat up any writing profits I'd hope to make during that time. It's not exactly a win-win.

So when I couldn't sign in today you can understand my confusion when it said I had to buy more time. I called, they understood my problem and gave me another day pass, that I have to use for a consecutive 24 hours to receive the full benefit.

It's nearly four here. This means I won't get to leave until four tomorrow. I'm sure the staff will understand when I tell them I can't possibly leave because I'll lose money.

Perhaps I should handcuff myself to the espresso machine.


  1. HAHAHA!
    Do they give you a catheter? Which means that you will still have to be physically connected anyway.
    Wi-fi must stand for something else..I can guess the w and f. Actually if you use a Nor'Eastern accent it makes perfect sense.

    HAHAHA you are a riot.

  2. I should have asked them if their wi-fi service came with a free catheter! Of course!

    I'll be sure and ask them.

  3. how can you work in coffee shop? Isn't it full of kids? The one in town is - if I go in I can up the average age to oooooo about 18

  4. Actually this one was full of adults for the most part. The only distraction was that loud noise when they are making whatever it is they make when they use a machine that makes a loud noise. Since I don't drink coffee I have no idea what it is.

    But I'm done going there. I can't afford to pay ten dollars a day for Internet access each time I'm there.

  5. God, I didn't realise you had to pay. I just went in there and set up the laptop and no-one said a word. Maybe in New Mexico it's different.
    For the record I think it is really mean to charge for a wi-fi connection. I always feel good about the businesses's that supply it for free. It's an old-fashioned idea charging for it - Starbucks (old hippies my arse) are way behind.

  6. It may very well be different in different places.

    All I know is....I had to pay.

  7. If there is a representative from Starbucks reading this thread, and they wish to catch up with Tom, please contact me. I refuse to pay an extra 25p for my decaffeinated soya mocha just because some layabout with outdated ideals thinks that it is OK to steal from a small business struggling to make its way in a very competitive world.


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