Last week, my Belle Friday counter part gave a delightful rendition of our recent slumber party/chat fest, remember? Nicole suggested that she and I may have set a record for number of topics covered within a specific time period with categories that included but weren’t limited to rainbows, heartworms, holograms, chocolate, the theory of relativity, and how us creative types are often the missing link of our families. (Nicole and I are convinced we’re balancing on a fine line between our relatives who are just shy of center and other relatives who think they’ve identified those who are just shy of center.)
Nicole also alluded to an interesting element of our time together that I thought I’d expound a bit more on today. Get this, friends. The two of us may have been under surveillance the whole time!
Seriously. Nicole and I remain intrigued by what she found when she pulled up the Internet Options on her laptop. Note the last signal in the list of possible connections: There was Gary’s iphone, the Hampton’s Wi-Fi and– FBI Surveillance Van #2.
Boy, did we have fun scanning those around us for the possible spy.
Was it our waiter? Was it the elderly lady at the next table who kept frowning at me? Was I laughing too loud or was she profiling me? Was the young man engrossed in his laptop filming us or playing on Facebook?
In the end, Nicole and I decided our mysterious agent was probably an aging spy in need of a continuing education course like Incognito Online, or he could’ve been going with the “Hiding in Plain Sight” plan. Either way, we feel sure his fellow spies are laughing at him.
And yes, I do realize the sweet NSA could be listening so I’ll just address this last part to them. Fellows, I’m toying with changing the name of my Wi-Fi connection– you know, just for the fun of it. Would y’all mind too much if I went with FBI Surveillance Van…#3? Call me. We both know you have my number.
Let’s lighten up a little to close out the week.
If you were to change the name of your Wi-Fi connection to have a little fun at the expense of someone searching for a signal near you, what might it be?
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