I’m not sure what life was like before wireless internet. Now, you can sit in a middle eastern cafe on the corner of Bedford and North 7th and use “Morty’s” wireless internet connection.

Which I probably shouldn’t be advertising on the Internet as I imagine the more people who know about my covert operation, the more freakish and weird they might become and start password protecting their lovely wireless connection.

It’s not just me, either. A woman just came over to me and started to chat.

Are you by any chance on the internet?

Yes, but not legally. I’m using someone’s wireless connection.

Awesome. That’s what I was hoping for.

A little later she came over and sat down next to me.

Are you using Morty? I’m using Morty.

Yep, I’m using him, too.

Thank you, Morty.