Mooching the Internet

I HAVE A CONFESSION. I am a WiFi moocher. I know so little about WiFi, am not even sure what the letters stand for or whether you're supposed to capitalize the "I"s, that I scarcely consider myself qualified to talk about it. All I know is that I sign on to the internet with my laptop, and I don't pay a plugged nickel for the privilege. All of my neighbors have satellite dishes on their roofs, some just one, most two or three. How or why anyone would have more than one is beyond my comprehension. I like my roof top clean and pristine. Is one for television, and the other for internet? See how little I know? I went a long time without a home computer of any sort. The local public library is right across the street, and is a comfortable, pleasant place with plenty of computers available for public use. So, I just walk across the street, and I'm good to go. But the library isn't always open, and I have blogging to do that just will not wait. So, after thinking about it for an eternity and shopping all over the place, and putting it off, somebody at the local senior center offered to sell me a used laptop at a good prince, and I took the plunge. it was the best decision I ever made, other than the decision not to get married. Now all I have to do is sit outside the library after hours, or, like I said before, log on at home, and let the free loading begin. I have mixed emotions about it. There's the guilt, of course. using something without paying for it carries with it a considerable moral burden. but not enough of a burden to stop me. when it comes to saving money, no mere moral burden is too great for this cheapo. My neighbor has the ability to lock her Wifi down any time she wishes, presumably by merely pushing a few buttons, and she does this often. But not all the time, for some reason. Often, her access is wide open, and in I go. Why does she block me sometimes, and let me in other times? I'll never know, because I'll never ask. Maybe she's secretly in love with me, or maybe shew enjoys toying with me, cat and mouse, for the power rush. The best time of day, most likely to allow unhindered access, is in the middle of the night, which makes sense. Our little cat and mouse game is endless, and kind of fun. I log on, in the clear, then, out of the blue, she blocks me. I fiddle around a bit with buttons, get back on, and within minutes she blocks me again. This can happen whether or not she happens to be home. Maybe she takes her laptop to work with her, and jousts with me from that location. Again, I'LL never know, unless she chooses to knock on my door, and talk about it. Somehow, I don't see that happening, and, in any event, I'm not so sure I would answer the door......THIS IS A TRUE STORY. PLEASE SHARE IT WITH YOUR FRIENDS AND NEIGHBORS, AS A CAUTIONARY TALE.