When I get home from work, at some point in the evening, I open my laptop. Automatically, the computer logs me on to the neighbors' high speed internet. Ours is one of seven networks, but the neighbors' network is the only one that isn't password protected.
That network is Hooters of Suburb 20 Miles Away. As I understand it, he is manager possibly owner of three Hooters. (She is a SAHM, frequently seen wearing workout attire.) They're nice enough. (Hi Neighbors. Thank you for the easy internet access.) I mean c'mon, they brought wings to the block party.