As I sat down at the bookstore cafe with a cortado and an oat bar, I panicked just a little bit when I turned on my phone’s hotspot. What if my hotspot network gave me away? Would it say ALLISON’S TRUMP PHONE? Would someone smart sitting next to me, sipping matcha, catch sight of it? What would they think of me?
That’s not what happened, of course. The default network name was “Allison’s S25,” reflecting the Samsung Galaxy phone I was using, not the network. But the experience…
