I am such a crusty, old NWA flyer, every time I dick around with the Delta Sky Club’s crappy T-Mobile wireless I shake my first, muttering about the good, old NWA World Club days, which I partially was able to relive post-Sandy at EWR when the World Club and its self-service bar was reopened. Sorry, Delta, I do not enjoy waiting for the JFK bartenders showing their backs to customers while they slowly rearrange cabinets or lonely guys chatting up bartenders when I just want an orange juice.
I have a long layover in ATL today and prior to lunch with friends, headed to the quiet Terminal T Sky Club and made a beeline for my favorite spot in the back and greeted my old friend, the wired internet connection.
The little pleasures in life are sweetest.
By the way, I wish hotels would offer both wired and wireless in their rooms, wireless so often is inadequate and I always sit at the desk.