Oh, independent coffee shops, enticing me with your locally roasted organic, fair-trade, free range coffee, thrift store furnishings, heavily tattooed baristas, piles of weekly alternative newspapers, bad paintings from art students for sale on the walls, and offers of free wi-fi. Sure, you'll get a signal, but what's going to be at the other end? More likely than not, nothing, because the wireless router isn't connected to the Internet, and either nobody knows how to reboot it, or when they do, it still can't connect. Better yet, there's password protection, but nobody knows the password.
"I think it might be the owner's last name."
"Well, what is it?"
"Brzenczyszczykiewicz. I don't know how to spell it, though, or if it's case sensitive. I think there might be a 5 for the S. Good luck!"
That high-powered wi-fi signal, so close, but with that little padlock icon, so far away.
Indie coffeeehop owners, fix your damn wi-fi. Thanks.