Track This

Caveat - Generally, I do not have any issues with the US Postal Service due partially to the fact that I enjoy cheap mailing options and haven't really ever had a bad experience and partially because my father has worked for the Postal Service for most of his life and therefore I have the USPS to thank for food and shelter as a child.

I couldn’t help but to share this story though. As I wait patiently for a package to arrive via the US Postal Service, I decide to use the tracking number I was given to check the status of my package. Expecting to see something like the detailed report given when a UPS package is tracked, I was a bit let down to see:

The U.S. Postal Service was electronically notified by the shipper or shipping partner on March 29, 2005 to expect your package for mailing. Information, if available, is updated every evening. Please check again later.

Um, great tracking system. Do you really need to issue tracking numbers if your tracking system simply tells people "to expect your package"? Well done USPS.

The Crap - 3/25/05

Although, their condo is still for sale, it seems like they are falling back into the routine of keeping their crap outside in the hall. Hurray! Yes, those are the same plastic containers you saw on the 23rd, with the addition of the newspaper, boots and of course a furnace filter......

The Crap - 3/23/05

It's been so long since there was crap to capture. I'm sure you can only begin to imagine the pure delight I felt when I came home to crap on the 23rd!

Uh.....no

I was checking out at Target and after the not so swift cashier finished ringing up my items, she picks up and puts away the rubber barrier that separated my items from the items belonging to the person behind me and then proceeds to say, "Now, are these your items?"

Uh....no. Hence the rubber barrier thing.

Oh my God.

The Importance of Flushing

The other night I walked into a restroom at a restaurant and as I began to walk into a stall I see a young girl (about four) with her pants around her ankles trying to figure out how to flush the auto-flush toilet. Obviously, it is VERY important to flush....apparently more important than pulling up her pants.

Well Worth the Stroll

It was a beautiful March Friday night that was filled with friends gathering at their favorite place to whet their whistles. After a few games of pool, which involved a nasty rug burn (don't ask), it was suggested that the group move to the Friday night usual number two, so a round or two of darts could be thrown. After walking almost four blocks, the now trio (a few were lost on the way) sat at the bar drinking imports and a martini of the chocolate breed - waiting patiently for the dart board to become unoccupied. As their drinks become but mere sips, in a democratic manner (or as democratic as you can be with three) they voted to find another location where darts could be thrown. They ventured into the blissful evening and passed by yet another four intersections to come upon Brewsky's. As they began their decent into the basement to be united with a dartboard, a barmaid stopped them and said, "Sorry, guys - the basement is closed." The trio stood dumbfounded starring at this sign that was painted in their front window:


Thank you Brewsky’s! We walked more than a mile (there and back) so we could give you money for beer and feed your dart machine full of dollar bills and you tell us that the basement is closed– knowing that your front window says the basement is ALWAYS open!? Well done.....idiots. I think Andy said it best, "Thanks, Brewsky's. I extend both of my middle fingers in your general direction. "

I'm Done...

...moving out of the way of book walkers - people who are reading while walking. It is not my responsibility to move out of the way of people who are so socially defunct that the only way they can bring themselves to be out and about with the “normals” is to absorb themselves in another world by burying their noses in a book and hope they make it from point a to point b without any human interaction.

I think I'll start walking directly at them from now on just to see what happens.

Table for Nine

There isn't much that irritates me more at a restaurant than asking for a table for an odd number of people and getting sat at a table made for one less person than you have, leaving the last person to sit down to be an add-on at one of the ends - as if they were an after thought.

A group of us went to dinner last night and when we asked for a table for seven we were given a table for six. As we squeezed in I looked around the restaurant to see many open tables nearby - any of which would have worked as an extension to our table – but I guess that would be too much to ask.

So, the next time we have seven; we'll ask for a table for nine.

The Crap - 3/6/05

The crap on 3-6. I'm sad to report that this may be the last of the crap. My neighbors are selling their condo to (finally) move into a multiple bedroom house. I'm a little depressed.....not so much that they are leaving as I don't really know them - I'm sad that my web site will soon have little reason to exist. Maybe I'll find another use.......stay tuned.