I mistakenly decided to work on my paper at a neighborhood Starbucks to get to a place where I could think clearly and unobstructed. Little did I know when I decided to go to my neighborhood Starbucks I would have to not only buy a Starbucks card to access its free wifi (I found this out after I bought an Americano), but that I would have to become a Starbucks member for life – subject to a barrage of meaningless emails featuring coffee and non-coffee related junk and modern soft rock legends (I’m talking to you John Mayer!!! WOO-HOOOO).
This was not exactly a bait-n-switch, as I did opt to buy the beverage before I inquired into the wifi – just assuming, that like every other coffee shop in Seattle, they’d offer it for free. They do not. I should actually start writing my paper seeing as I have already wasted 45 minutes attempting to login to a system that can only be called completely inept and un-user-friendly. It kicked me out of the login setup 6+ times at different points – usually just after I entered the 27th field that was about to finally, miraculously, allow me to access their precious internet connection. I debated a couple of times after it booted me out whether or not I should run up to the counter with my laptop to angrily and loudly show them how lame the whole thing is.