Monday, February 21, 2011

Dear Person on Plane:

Flying tends to suck.  From packing, to arriving at the airport nine hours early, to sitting in shitty cramped seats next to potentially terrible strangers, to hoping your luggages arrives with you, its all just a big hassle.  Now, I sat next to you on the plane, which actually wasn't terrible at all, but it seems as though I wronged you.  You looked pretty fancy in your nice suit and all.  No doubt traveling for business.  You took your suit coat off and put it in the overhead compartment.  I didn't think anything of it at the time, but in retrospect that seemed like a poor decision.  After you carefully laid your suit coat out over the length of the overhead, I put my bag up there, because... well, that's where my bag goes.  As soon as I was finished putting my stuff up there, you scoffed loudly, gave me a dirty look, and then got up and opened the overhead compartment, and re-laid out your coat.  I mean, I don't even think my bag was crumpling your coat, but whatever.  If you don't want your coat to possibly wrinkled, don't put it in the fucking overhead compartment.  Or if you do, wait until everyone else has their shit in there before putting your coat in.  I mean, did you really think no one was going to put anything else up there?  Like the overhead is your own personal coat stowing location?  And why not fold it up or something, instead of just laying it flat in the overhead.  Maybe you think I'm the asshole because I just shoved my bag in there without saying anything.  Well, given your reaction, you definitely think I'm the asshole here, but I don't care.  Your whole thought process with what to do you with your fancy suit jacket was flawed from the get-go.  You and your coat do not get any special privileges.  Especially when you're flying coach like the rest of us.  

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

One Year Anniversary:

So, its been about one year since I started writing this ridiculous blog.  I had no real expectations for it beyond making me and a few of my friends laugh.  I only showed it to maybe 20 people tops, but through the power of the interwebs, a lot more people have seen it. 

In fact, I've had over 2,000 unique visitors and over 10,000 page views.

Now, in the grand scheme of the internet, this is entirely unimpressive.  But in the grand scheme of me, I am quite pleased with myself. 

I know I've been slacking lately, so I'll put up a new post later in the week.

Monday, February 7, 2011

Dear Commuter Rail Train:

I had the distinct displeasure of riding the commuter rail the other day (which if you're not from Boston, is the train that goes out into the suburbs, as opposed to the subway in the city).  Well, I actually never stepped foot on a train, but we'll get to that later.  I rarely ever need to ride the commuter rail, since I'm almost always in the city, but yesterday I was in the 'burbs and needed to get back into the city.  There were two trains scheduled for the afternoon.  One at 3:20ish and the other at 3:40ish.  I arrived in time for the 3:20 and promptly waited about 20 minutes in the cold.  No train.  Eventually a little message on the video board popped up and informed us all that the next train would not be for another 40 minutes.  Awesome.  I'm glad the schedules aren't even a little bit close to being correct.  Everyone was understandably pissed.  Fortunately the person who drove me to the train waited for me, so I slunk back to the car.  We went to the store to kill time until the next train.  We get back to the station about 10 minutes before the train is expected to arrive and greeted by a new message on the video board.  This one says that the next train is "not moving."  That's literally all it said.  No expected arrival times.  Just that the train isn't moving.  We waited a while longer to see if the message would update with some, you know, useful information, but of course it didn't.  At what point did they figure out that this train wasn't going to arrive at 3:20 or 3:40?  It wasn't until after 4 that they decided to mention that the train wasn't going to come.  Surely someone had to have an idea before 4 that the train was going to be severely delayed.  Eventually we abandoned the commuter rail and drove to a subway stop much closer to the city.  Fucking ridiculous.

Someway, somehow, the MBTA manages to reach new lows each and every week.  Sure, all the snow and bad weather certainly doesn't help, but.. does everything have go wrong every fucking day? We've had fires, systemic delays, almost daily dead trains, people stranded at bus stops on some of the coldest days of the year, and even a fucking lost boa constrictor.  I don't remember it being this bad last year.

But hey, if you're wondering whether or not the T is delayed, you can always check here:  http://isthembtadelayed.com/