…no, not my face (though if we’re being honest [and we always are] my right nostril could really use some sort of laser treatment).
I’m talking spotty internet.
I have a dream, though. Of reception…of service no matter where I go, or how far away my hotel room is from the front desk. I have a dream that I can always check my emails on the road. And I do mean on the road. Even in the middle of nowhere.
What’s that, you say? Such technology already exists? Apple™? iPhone? 3G?
Fine. I dream of that, then.
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