Ode to a Hot Spot

We met again on the road and immediately it was all about our connection. I had known you before, and it was always so easy, you were always there. You travelled with me across the country and around the world, yet that was always when I’d discover how fickle you were. You’d go missing, gone, in the most random places. How naïve that I thought you’d always be with me.

And here you are. But I can never count on you. It doesn’t matter how much I need you, how I have to have you – you always float in and out.

Oh, cell service. You are the bane of my existence. I can’t work, much less travel, without you. I don’t know what I ever did before you came into my life, and I need you to stay with me. The way you jump in and out of view is unnerving, unfair, unequivocally nasty.

So thanks for the memories, cell service, but it’s time to leave you for a designated hot spot. You are not worth the pain. I’ll leave you to answer my calls, it’s pretty much all you’re good for out on the road. I’ve got my eyes on Night Hawk now.

It’s the ultimate menage et trois - AT & T, T-Mobile, and Verizon.

Come to my hotspot.