In my area we have an irrigation district. This district is similar to the PUD (Public Utility District, aka electric company) but instead of providing electricity provides irrigation water for people to water their lawns as well as water to farmers to water their crops. Both are "publicly" owned companies and provide "services" to the community (and THAT is debatable on both accounts).
I'm driving home and I'm on a long stretch of road where the speed limit is 35 but one can easily forget the limit and go faster without realizing you're speeding. I'm driving the speed limit and a few miles over the limit (like I said, you can easily go well over) up to 40 miles per hour. I notice my speed, right at that time, to be approaching 40 mph when I look in my rear view mirror and see a white truck coming up, pretty fast, behind me. He overtakes me, passes me to the left and then merges back into the right lane before continuing speeding down the road. I notice the logo on his truck - ____ Irrigation District. He's still not too far ahead of me when I see him flick his cigarette right out his window - still lit! There is a large field to the right of us and the only thing that came to mind was that if the embers from his cigarette landed near or in that field, it would catch on fire. We've had so many fires here in our area because the Irrigation District has reduced the amount of water to residential homes. In fact, just last weekend was a huge fire in the field next to the grocery store that it took the fire department from two districts to come and put it out.
You would think, an employee of a public utility company such as the irrigation district would know better. We're in fire season, his own company has reduced the water so the whole town and surrounding areas are dry and dangerous. We've had several fires in this area already including one in town. How stupid could that man be to flick his LIT cigarette out the window thinking no one would know? It's illegal to dump anything out your car window let alone dumping out a lit cigarette!
So I get home, I call the irrigation district and tell the woman what I saw, gave her the license plate number and she agreed that what he did was wrong especially given that their policy is that no employees can smoke inside company owned vehicles. That guy was so busted. I could have called the police on the non-emergency number but I figured that getting him in trouble with the law wasn't what he needed, just someone at his work to remind him not to be stupid and toss lit cigarettes out his window especially when driving in an area with lots of traffic. You just might never know if the car behind you is an undercover cop car or not.
Dear American shoe stores/shoe distributors,
i fail to understand why, for the love of God, it's so difficult for y'all to carry a decent amount of large sizes of shoes for us females. specifically size 11s, since 10 1/2s (my foot size) doesn't usually exist. telling me to go buy men's shoes will irritate me, as that only works for work sneakers. and telling me that only one pair of each design is carried because there is "little demand" is what i call bullshit.
why? i'm not an anomaly. there are PLENTY of big footed people out there. hello, five foot ten girl born of a six foot four father. i've just discovered that one of my closest friends on LJ is of the exact same description. we are not alone.
not everyone is a gorram size five/six/seven. please figure out this yesterday. Europe already has, if my visit to a Klompenmaker in Zaanse-Schans (the Netherlands; methinks i confused some ppl, my apologies) ten years ago was any indication. (they had klompen from size two-month-too-soon preemie to something i swear would fit Shaquille O'Neal--it was HUGE.)
in conclusion, may i politely suggest you take lessons from our cousins across the ocean, especially the Germans? :wiggles Birk-clad foot: see how nicely they make their expensive-but-worth-it Birkenstocks? yea, that's right. IN MANY SIZES.
of course if you want to remain stubborn and ignorant, then i guess the Germans will keep getting my business every five or so years, as it takes my Birkenstocks that long to wear down.
. . . but moderately disconcerting, even for a fast-foodie at lunch.
Cashier: FOR HERE OR TO GO, MA'AM?
Me: For h--
Cashier: What would you like to order?
Me: I'd like the plate, pl--
Me: Yes, pl--
Me: No, toast, pl--
Cashier: Extra toast. Sauce?
Me: Yes, pl--
Me: Water, pl--
Cashier: That'll be $6.48.
Me: *hands over $10 bill*
Cashier: Outoftenthat'sthreefiftytwothankyouFOR HERE OR TO GO, SIR?
(Notes: it was after the major lunch rush, there was no one behind me in line when I stepped up to order, and only one person behind me when the transaction was completed.)
So I got a ticket. The first ticket I've ever gotten. And I'm 22. So that's not too bad. But then we had some family drama, my grandfather (who was like a father to me, and many many others) passed away, we had to worry about funeral details, etc, and it ended up not only pushed to the back of my mind, but in my apartment which is in a different part of the state than where my family is. So I got back to it today, and remembered that the officer had told me to call by a certain day. Oops. So I check the date on the ticket, which is not really legible. I can read the date and year, but not the month. It doesn't look like it says July and it definitely doesn't look like august. It looks like a cursive "Iee". I probably should've looked closer when I got it, so my bad. It's just after 4:30 so I decide to call right away. I call the number given, and it proceeds like this:
Call 1, 4:36. I call the right extension, 10 rings, no answer, I hang up.
Call 2, 4:48. I call, try a different extension, 15 rings this time, no answer again. I hang up.
Calls 3 and 4, 4:40 and 4:42, respectively. At the first set of extension options I simply press 0. Each time, a heavily accented female voice gives me her name and says that she's unavailable, and to call back later.
I'm within business hours, and there's apparently no one there, and at no point in these phone calls am I given the option to leave some sort of message. I'm afraid that the date I needed to call by was last Saturday, but without being able to leave a message, there's no proof that I took action to call them.
It's not really about the ticket, I'm just ticked that no one can be bothered to stay at work during normal business hours.
I almost always get bad service at Applebees, in fact, only one time in the dozens of times I've eaten there, at one location out of the 5 or 6 I've been to, can I ever remember getting good service there. Needless to say, I'm not a fan of their service, but it's one of the few places open late near my work that serves an awesome vegetable based dinner (I'm vegetarian, my co-workers are not), so I end up there with my co-workerers quite frequently.
Now, normally, the bad service I recieve at Applebees is limited to having a server who is rude, forgets to enter our food, forgets to bring out entrees for one or more of the people at the table, takes 20 minutes to bring our drinks, never refills our drinks, or brings me a salad or quesidilla with bacon on it after I specified "no meat, I'm a vegetarian" when ordering (this one actually happens more often than not)..and I'm at peace with the fact that if I'm at Applebees these things are most likely going to happen. However, a few months ago something happened that was so unacceptable that I'm still angry about it, and have decided to avoid that Applebees location at all costs in the future.
My co-workers and I decided to stop at Applebees after our shifts on a Friday night for some appetizers and drinks. Now, one of the girls I work with is not from this country, and upon talking to her it becomes very obvious that she's not from this country because although she speaks perfect, fluent english, she has a distinct accent. Not to mention the fact that she has dark hair and skin and is very obviously of South American descent.
This particular night, she happened to be the one who spoke with the hostess at Applebees, who was wearing a nametag that said something like "Kalan". Not exactly the most common of names, and even though I'm American born and raised there's a good chance that I wouldn't pronounce it right. So, Kalan greets my co-worker and goes off to find us a table. While she's gone, another hostess comes up and asks if we've been helped, to which my co-worker replies, "Yes, we have, Kalan (she pronounced it Kay-len) is finding us a table, thank you though." A few minutes later, Kalan comes back and tells us it'll be 10 minutes or whatever for our table, and starts talking to ther other hostess. The hostess says, "Guess how that Mexican girl over there said your name? Kay-len!!". Both girls then proceed to make fun of my co-worker right in front of me, calling her a "stupid mexican" and joking that she should learn to speak english if she's going to live in the United States.
I was furious. Not only were they making racial comments about a customer while at work, but they had BOTH seen us in their restaurant almost every weekend for months and months and months (Kalan has been working literally everytime we've gone to Applebees as a group, and has seated us almost everytime as well). I was the only person that heard what they said, and I decided that I wouldn't tell my co-worker because she was going through some things at the time and I didn't want to upset her more, but I did email corporate and let them know that I would not be coming back to that location, and most likely either would my co-workers.
I'll make this short but sweet.
Me: *sends in photo i took on my digital camera, that i want made into a print*
Photo place: *calls me* I'm sorry, we don't make prints of professional photos.
Me: Say what?
Photo place: We will only do the prints of pictures you actually took
Me: I took this picture
Photo place: No, it's from a professional artist.
Me: Thanks for the compliment, I guess, but no, it's my picture that I took in my back yard...
Photo place: NUH UH! *click"*