Micro-rants (@mbtaGM, @nookBN)

I guess I’m grumpy this week.  A few things have annoyed me, and one or two almost became whole blog posts.  I decided not to devote the time and effort to anger, so here’s a bullet pointed list.

  • The MBTA’s Charlie Cards expire.  This is a little-known fact hidden deep in their ToS.  Regular riders won’t have a problem, but infrequent suburban users like me risk having their stored value disappear without warning into the vast maw of the Transit Authority’s deficit.  Don’t ask how I know this.
  • Barnes & Noble requires a credit card on file to download to your Nook, even if you’ve already paid for the book.  They say it’s for “digital rights management purposes.”  Translation: you don’t really own it, and we reserve the right to charge again for it.
  • Radar signs.  I have a working speedometer.  I don’t need a device to bathe the neighborhood in radiation, while wasting electricity, to tell me what I already know.  You aren’t fooling me into thinking you are a cop or a camera, Mr. 26-26-26 MPH.  Save the planet.  Just say no.

That’s it.  Nothing more to see here.  Go on about your business, but check the expiration date on your transit pass.

Vampire Bureaucracy

I’ve had a rant bouncing around in my head for most of the afternoon, but frankly it’s hot and I don’t want to spend my energy ranting. As I’m sure you don’t want to spend your time reading it anyway.

In a nutshell, I’m annoyed at the ineptitude of the American Red Cross.

The local chapter of the ARC set up in my gym today begging for donations. (“Give Blood Today! National Shortage!”) After my workout, I duly presented myself.

They asked if I had an appointment.

*Really?*

Then they told me I could wait if I wanted, but they would take virtually anyone else before me. And they had no appointments available for the next three hours. I gave them 40 minutes to ignore me, then I took my pint of A Neg and went about my business. I wasn’t the only one. (Well, I’m not sure how many others were A Negative. . .)

Memo to the Vampire Bureaucracy: Please don’t beg for my donation, then turn me away because you can’t get organized. When you set up in a high-traffic area patronized by health-conscious people, you should expect some of them to want to donate.

 

EDIT:  I forwarded this post to the ARC, and on 8/2 I received a response.  They sent a nice email apologizing for not treating me well, and the CEO for Blood Services in the MA Region included his phone number if I’d like to talk to him directly.  I’ve been on vacation and have not taken the time to call yet.

A Few Notes for my Fellow Flatlanders

Maine. The Way Life Should Be. It’s a wonderful state, and many of us enjoy a few weekends there every year. In turn, they enjoy our tourist dollars. Flatlanders need to learn a few things, however.

The York Tolls have two EZPass lanes, one on the far right and one on the left. If you don’t have one, stay in the middle. If you don’t know what it is, get out of the EZPass lanes. For some strange reason the Cawmmonwealth insists on doing its own thing and not participating in EZPass, but we do have reciprocity. If you have a Fastlane box, you can use the EZPass lanes.

The Piscataqua River Bridge connects The Way Life Should Be to Live Free or Die. It’s been unchanged for 40 years, although you might have missed it in the dark on Friday night. It doesn’t open, it has just as many lanes as the rest of I-95, and the speed limit doesn’t even drop. There is no need to slow down. There isn’t even a good view from the southbound side. Keep your right foot down, please.

The Hampton Tolls have recently been redone, so you may be allowed a little slack here. The left two lanes are express EZPass lanes, and the right two lanes go to the cash toll booths. The signage is well marked, but people still don’t seem able to figure it out. In short, once you leave Portsmouth, pick a side; right two lanes for cash, left two for EZPass. You have over five miles to get this right, so don’t run right up to the Jersey barriers and then change your mind. It just slows us all down.

The NH Liquor Store is about a mile after the tolls. I’ve always laughed at the concept of “Don’t Drink and Drive, but Buy Your Liquor from Us on the Interstate.” Nonetheless, this is your last chance for tax free booze before you hit the state line. The liquor store also has a good set of restrooms and vending machines, both of which are open 24/7. If traffic is heavy, why not take a break? Perhaps for 4 or 5 hours so the rest of us can get through.

The MA rest area at the state line was built with a state-of-the-art waterless composting toilet system. It’s a wonderful piece of green technology which is not open at all because the Cawmmonwealth ran out of money to staff it. Thanks, Governor Patrick. See the NH Liquor Store above, and N.B. that the NH Information Center on the northbound side is open 24/7.

Finally, I-495. 495 hasn’t moved since it was built. The right two lanes exit, and the left two continue south as I-95. We all know this. You should remember it from last weekend. The idea here is the same as at the Hampton Tolls. Know your lane and pick it early, preferably before crossing the state line. Don’t run up the left lane, then panic and cross all four lanes to exit. You in the white Jeep, I’m speaking specifically to YOU. Maneuvers like that are what is slowing us all down.

There’s a reason the locals have disparaging nicknames for us.  If we can all learn these few pointers and drive in a straight line, I should get home at a reasonable hour. Good luck!

Ahhhh! Snow!

The Snowpocalypse is coming! Run to the grocery store and buy all the bread, milk, and batteries you can find! Don’t forget the bottled water, because it might stop coming out of the tap in your house!

Cancel school, because it might snow today. (Not a flake yet, though.)

Non-essential state workers have been asked to stay home. If you’re non-essential today, why are my taxes paying you on other days? Are you essential then?

*Sigh*

When did we become wimps? This is New England. It snows in February. Every year. I don’t need to be a weather man to predict that. Suck it up and go to work. Bring your hat, gloves, and snow scraper. Throw some sand in a bucket in the trunk of your car. Bring a shovel if you’re really worried. Maybe even a blanket.

But just do it. Life goes on. RP and I will be busy protecting the Eastern Front from gravitational fluctuations and the dreaded civilization-ending 8” of snow. We’re not heroes. We’re just not afraid of a little weather.

That is all. Stay safe out there.