remote cards

There are two guys sat in one corner of the coffee house. They both have laptops balanced on their laps, with web cams, sitting side by side. I have to assume they aren’t talking to each other? Because, like, that would be odd. I take a seat down the length of the room, and forget about them. But not long after they have moved, so that they are both behind me. One at one end of a handful of tables, one a the other end. It turns out they are Americans, trying to use the WiFi in the place, trying to get the web cameras up and running, and failing. “You got anything,” one calls out to the other, his voice drawling. The other just shakes his head, the first mutters, “So weird.”

Labels: american, coffee, fail, glasgow, web cam