When Sylvia and I were staying in the motel, I’d been very excited to discover an unsecured wireless network called “iptime” that, with a lot of coaxing and encouragement, allowed me to briefly browse the net. So when I discovered the same wireless network in my apartment, I realised that I had a golden wijacking opportunity. (Wijack (v): to hijack someone’s wifi for your own nefarious use. Wijacker (n): one who wijacks.)
So as you all know by now (hopefully), I am off to the Far East on Tuesday: namely, South Korea, to teach the young Koreans that fair language I call my mother tongue.
Aw, I’m sorry we can’t fix your beloved but disgustingly outdated gadget; here, why don’t you buy this shiny new one at twice the price but half the capacity instead?
This is a complaint from December last year, but I was reminded of it last Wednesday morning when I – well, you shall see, if you read on – and was irritated all over again.