Finding the spot

I found a wifi spot! Password protected. Damn. I sought out the source.

Internet, using their computers B3 per minute.
“Can I use my own computer?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t know.”
“How much is wifi?”
“B300.”
“For how long?”
“One hour.” Aghast I leave.

The day after ... suffering withdrawal symptoms ...
“Is that one hour continuous or one hour as I use it?”
“No, three hours.”
“Oh, so is that three hours continuous or three hours as I use it?”
“I don’t know ... just a moment.” He goes out for a few minutes. “I don’t know, can you come back tonight?”

Now I am losing my temper. Not with the boy, but with the flies at breakfast. Transference.