If only my laptop had a wireless card...

On Sunday night, which was my last day in Denver, I wanted to connect my airline's website, continental.com. I needed to check in at my return flight, and select the good seats on the planes. Unfortunately I had no internet connection available, so I asked missmokie to help me find an internet cafe downtown. Neither she or I knew Denver well enough, so we just drove through the empty streets, trying our luck. Eventually we stopped near a big glass building that looked promising, and went in. The place turned out to be the Colorado Convention Center, and people were just leaving the place. I approached the receptionist and asked, if she knew of an internet cafe nearby. She said she had no idea. We were about to leave, when missmokie pointed me to the billboard, which said, black on white, that there was an internet cafe inside the building, in zone D. I asked the woman, whether we could use that for 5 minutes (explaining my special circumstances), but she laconically asked whether I belonged to the convention. Obviously I didn't, so she suggested I checked in by phone. That was an opportunity for me to sneak in, so I asked if they had any public phones available. She waved in the general direction of the convention center, and we quickly marched in. Zone D wasn't very hard to find, and the internet cafe was smack in the middle of it. I quickly found a vacant spot between the "suits" and started clicking away. missmokie waited in the waiting area, so we'd draw less attention. I was done in 10 minutes, and hurried out. Nobody was the wiser. Now why do people have to draw the "Israeli" out of me?