As I walked up to the door of the "liberry" yesterday, to put in my first day at work of 2007, I saw a glorious thing taped into one of the glass panes of our front door. It was a paper sign that read: "We now have wireless access!" What wonders a new year brings! Us, with WIRELESS! I never thought I'd never live to see the day.
did a little dance on our front doorstep and then cautiously entered
the building, bracing myself in case it was just a cruel joke on me. It
Mrs. C showed me the new three-buttoned,
paper-tape-spitting, plastic thing that now lives by the answering
machine. Now when a patron comes in and asks if we have wireless,
instead of kicking them in the junk and shoving them in the general
direction of Ornathological Coffee—the
nearest wireless access point whose signal we've often leached off of—I
am to ask them "Would you like one hour, or two?" (Or four, really; the
paper spitty thing has three buttons, after all.) I then hit the
corresponding button to their request and the spitty thing spits out a
piece of paper with their login information, all purty and convenient.
far, we've only had one guy who's taken any notice—a fellow I kicked in
the junk and shoved down the street just last week. Who knew?