On my recent trip I bought fuel for my car quite a few times. Only once was I able to get a receipt at the pay at the pump. I find myself wondering if this is the result of some poor overworked attendant who doesn't have time to add paper to the printers at the pumps or if this is a more sinister plot to coerce me into the store so I might buy something, I now believe it to be the latter.
Saturday, May 23, 2015
I have come to view holidays as nothing more than a nuisance. You can't get your car worked on. You can't go to the bank. You can't see your doctor. They're very inconvenient. So, whilst you're out there water skiing and cooking hot dogs, I'll be working--me and the mattress store salesmen. Why are all holiday weekends an excuse to sell mattresses? Try not to have too much memorial day fun.
Thursday, May 21, 2015
Saturday, May 16, 2015
It’s been traveling time this past week. For some reason I become unbelievably cheap when it comes to travel. First, my dad took a trip. I usually book his travel for him. Now he didn’t ask for the cheapest room on his trip, but he should have known. Well, the one with just one double bed was two dollars cheaper than the king bed room. I gather they upgraded him.
Then there was my trip. I was driving through Las Vegas. I found a room at a casino hotel for $47. I booked it. Two days before I left I noticed they’d dropped their rate to $35. Now, most folks would’ve just lived with it. Not me, I cancelled the original booking and re-booked the now cheaper room rate. Keep in mind I work in the hotel biz myself. At the hotel I work at you couldn’t sleep in the restroom for $47. That was a decent deal, but I still went for that cheaper room like a fish going after a minnow.
So, I was spending the night in Vegas, baby. The buffet a block down the street was a dollar cheaper than the one in my hotel. Did I walk down the street over a dollar? You know it, baby.
Wednesday, May 13, 2015
Well, yesterday I was ranting about garbage. I said I'd look into whether Rome had a god for garbage. I couldn't find one. The closest thing I could find was Cloacina, who was the sewer goddess. Apparently, she wasn't a very popular deity and, over time, was sort of merged with Venus. Pretty cool, one god for both love and backed up sewers. I guess they're both pretty much the same thing.
Well, I guess that means they didn't have a garbage god for some reason. I propose Wastemanicus, a ten foot tall brown bear who drags a dumpster around behind him. No? Oh well.
Tuesday, May 12, 2015
As I've mentioned before, I live in a condo complex. We have common garbage and recycling dumpsters. Most of the residents actually seem to be able to throw away their garbage without any difficulty at all. You just take it out to the dumpster and open the lid and put the trash inside it. Alas, for some unfortunates, that appears to simply be too difficult. We have some residents who toss bags of garbage on top of the dumpster instead of putting it inside. We also have the let's just leave it in front of the dumpster folks. The dumpsters have lids designed to keep out bears. Alas, it's not just the bears who appear unable to open them.
If you're so damn stupid you can't figure out how to open a trash dumpster, one might just consider suicide. Seriously, get a rope or something. Of course, if you can't figure out how to put trash bags in a dumpster, I suppose a hangman's noose is likely out of the question. And, of course, some of these folks may be elderly people who are simply too feeble to open the darned thing. So, while I stand by my assessment, some may think it a bit harsh. I suppose another alternative would be to keep it inside your unit. While that may draw in rodents, the good side to that is rodents carry hantavirus and bubonic plague and those often fatal diseases will accomplish the same result.
I wonder if ancient Rome had a god for garbage. I'll have to look into that.