I'm testing out an iPhone app (iPod touch actually) that lets me post to Blogger. If successful, it would mean that I could sometimes give unwanted advice to people just as they annoy me, rather than waiting until I get home.
I know you're excited about that prospect.
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Sunday, September 21, 2008
Thursday, September 11, 2008
This shouldn't be so hard
To: Two Old Guys who Tried to Steal our Seats at the Soccer Game
CC: Surly Guy Who Wouldn't Slide Over to his Actual Seats when We All Arrived
Yes, I know it's a grand tradition to move to better seats at sporting events.
Yes, we should all be friends and work together to support the US soccer team.
Yes, there are plenty of good seats in the stadium.
Here's the thing -- It was before the national anthems. And we had the actual tickets. That means, by every rule in the book, you have gotta get out of my seats when I ask you to. Also, you are like 55 or 60 years old. You should know better.
These two conversations should not happen.
Me (returning from getting food; seeing our entire 6-seat area taken): Hi. Are you sure you're in the right row?
Head Old Guy: No.
Me: OK...well, I have a group, and we'd like to sit in our actual seats.
HOG: So. There's plenty of good seats.
Me: Um. We just want to sit in the seats we paid for, and we want to sit together.
HOG (taking some other seats that aren't his): Wow, don't make such a [expletive deleted] deal about it.
Me (noticing another group has slid into some of our seats): Hi. We have up to number 12. Are you sure you're in the right numbers?
Surly Guy (takes out a ticket, folded to hide his seat number): What does it matter?
Me: Well, we have a group of seats, and we want to sit together.
Reasonable Guy (shifting his surly friend): We have some space to move down.
Me (politely, to Surly Guy): Thank you.
SG: [expletive deleted] you.
CC: Surly Guy Who Wouldn't Slide Over to his Actual Seats when We All Arrived
Yes, I know it's a grand tradition to move to better seats at sporting events.
Yes, we should all be friends and work together to support the US soccer team.
Yes, there are plenty of good seats in the stadium.
Here's the thing -- It was before the national anthems. And we had the actual tickets. That means, by every rule in the book, you have gotta get out of my seats when I ask you to. Also, you are like 55 or 60 years old. You should know better.
These two conversations should not happen.
Me (returning from getting food; seeing our entire 6-seat area taken): Hi. Are you sure you're in the right row?
Head Old Guy: No.
Me: OK...well, I have a group, and we'd like to sit in our actual seats.
HOG: So. There's plenty of good seats.
Me: Um. We just want to sit in the seats we paid for, and we want to sit together.
HOG (taking some other seats that aren't his): Wow, don't make such a [expletive deleted] deal about it.
Me (noticing another group has slid into some of our seats): Hi. We have up to number 12. Are you sure you're in the right numbers?
Surly Guy (takes out a ticket, folded to hide his seat number): What does it matter?
Me: Well, we have a group of seats, and we want to sit together.
Reasonable Guy (shifting his surly friend): We have some space to move down.
Me (politely, to Surly Guy): Thank you.
SG: [expletive deleted] you.
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Let's make a deal
So, usually I just dispense advice outwardly, because, seriously, I'm almost perfect. But, just for today, I'm going to take a little of my own medicine.
And it has nothing to do with the number of commas in those first two sentences.
Here is a compromise that I am proposing:
And it has nothing to do with the number of commas in those first two sentences.
Here is a compromise that I am proposing:
- I - will be more aware of pedestrians when I'm biking through a crosswalk.
- You - will not try to kill me by screaming in my ear as I pass through a crosswalk, sending me flying off my bike and careening into oncoming traffic, just because I didn't come to a complete stop at a STOP sign.
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