People-watching in an elite hotel

Waiting for my dad in an expensive downtown hotel, it occurred to me that there might be a local network. In fact, there is -- a rather strong one. I plugged in my wireless card and I'm writing this from there.

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It's interesting -- and of course part of white privilege -- that I've planted myself on a comfortable sofa in the middle of the lobby, enjoying the air conditioning and the internet access, and nobody's yet asked me what I'm doing here -- not even "can I help you?". I'm not even dressed in business-drag...