In the Airport

Here’s a sign of how spoiled I’ve become: I’m sitting in the President’s Club in the Houston airport, using the free wi-fi, and bitching and moaning because the coverage in the lounge is a little spotty, and for a while my connection kept dropping.

I’m complaining about the quality of free wi-fi. When, if you’d asked me about such a thing as recently as three years ago, I’d have said “wi-what?”

Next up: complaints about not getting upgraded to first class!