Wi-Fi hotspots are a threat to my sanity
I’m walking through Midtown Manhattan, likely one of the most RF-saturated plots of real estate on the planet. During a workday, AT&T LTE isn’t fast around here — I don’t think any network is — but after years of tweaking and building out, it’s consistent and reliable, at least. It gets the job done.
Then, the nightmare: the “LTE” symbol in my iPhone’s status bar is replaced by three arcs, signifying that I’ve glommed onto Wi-Fi somewhere.
Everything stops loading. My phone, just moments ago a glorious node on the information superhighway and my irreplaceable connection to the world around me, has been reduced to a voice calling box no more advanced than a Motorola DynaTAC circa 1985. Tweets won’t load; the dream of snapping and…
Source:: The Verge
