Ok that bag isn't even close to being all the way in the overhead. What the heck were you thinking? You can't just leave it there! That is rude and inconsiderate. I hate people.
Friday, March 23, 2012
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Is there anything worse than waiting for your bags to appear on the baggage claim? The suspense while you wait to figure out if your clothes and toiletrees made it, or if you're going to have to spend the next day and a half in your plane clothes with grimy teeth?
Woohoo there's my suitcase! Phew...
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
I'm no teacher, and I may get flack from teachers for this post, but I'm here to tell you that there ARE stupid questions. Maybe not in elementary and middle school, but at some point (let's say, if you're working towards an advanced degree) there do become stupid questions. I've asked them, too, so don't be ashamed. Like the time I asked if an X-linked disease could be responsible for symptoms seen in a father and son pair. "Well, no," the genetics professor explained, "because fathers do not pass their X chromosomes to their sons." Or even outside of school I often say dumb things. For example, I was running along a path by a creek that was lined with a 6 inch barrier made of rolled hay. I turned to my running companion and said, "Do you think that's to keep geese out of the creek?" [awkward pause] "The geese could probably fly over it." "Right. Duh."
What I'm trying to say, is that even though stupid questions really annoy me, what annoys me more is people denying that stupid questions exist. I think it's okay when you're young, in the spirit of encouraging engagement in education, but we really need to start acknowledging the presence of stupid questions. If you're 25 years old, and at a seminar about a computer program, and you ask, "How did you close that window?" and the answer is "The X at the top of the window" that is a stupid question. Let's all recognize it, and move on.
Monday, March 12, 2012
If you buy the green bananas, you can't enjoy your bananas for 4-5 more days. I love to eat a banana before I exercise (not in public though), since they are each to digest and contain lots of good things, but if there are only green bananas, I have to wait. But then, all of a sudden at the end of the week you have like 6 ripe bananas that you have to eat all day long to avoid wasting them, or you have to invite all your friends over for a banana-eating party, or you have to make 4 loaves of banana bread, or freeze the bananas for smoothies, or future use in banana bread. It's a panic-inducing time to say the least.
However, the other situation isn't much better. If you show up to find only yellow bananas, you can't have bananas later in the week, or you have to make a second grocery store run later in the week to buy more bananas, but then you risk showing up and only finding green bananas! It's so stressful! Why are all the bananas the same?? Can't they stagger their shipments or something so there is good banana variety? I hate it!
Thursday, March 8, 2012
Thursday, March 1, 2012
I take public transportation in the mornings to get to school. It's great because I can zone out while reading a book, or listening to NPR podcasts or potentially scrambling to read something required for an early class. Because of where my stop is on the line, the train is fairly crowded by the time I get on. Sometimes I physically can't even get on the train. It's irritating, to say the least, but the WORST is when the train is only 75% full but you can't get on because people refuse to move back into the train to let new people on.
Look, I know it's a pain to move. You finally found a good holding place where people aren't jabbing you in the arm with giant backpacks so you don't want to give that up. I've been there, too. But I've also been the person stuck in the cold, windy rain, running late for a meeting and desperate to get on the train. And don't pretend you can't hear the announcements to "Move all the way in" or can't see the people stuck outside. Please, be courteous and move all the way into the train so that others can get on. Someday, it will be you on the other side of the closing doors.
I'm not sure if it makes me feel better or worse that this problem isn't unique to the Boston subway system. Melissa, the inspiration for this post, lives on the west coast and complained about buses. I'm not sure if it's a problem in Japan but they have people whose profession is getting people to move into the train. It seems to be a an innate human condition.
The next time you are taking public transportation, be it a bus, or a train or just one of those airport shuttles that travels between terminals, please remember this post. Be considerate to those boarding after you and move all the way in. Because if it's me stuck on the platform, you can be sure I'll be thinking how much I hate you.