“Hey Bob,this is your wife. Could you take a selfie and text it to me; I am having trouble picking you out of the crowd at the terminal”
Yeah, it’s been like that.
Definitely not in Kansas Toto.. ….Kansas was last week Bob! Please try to keep up
Did I mention I have a new job?
Did I mention that out of the 4 weeks I’ve been working for the company that I have traveled 3 of them?
Probably did but was likely just talking to myself.
An alternate title to this post was ‘Dude, where is my car?”
Answer — “Depends on what day it is.”
I know we haven’t talked in a while. Part of that is definitely my fault; in an effort to keep my blood pressure under control, I’ve been trying to be a little more relaxed about watching traffic.
But this, this we really need to talk about. Oh not all of you but enough that I feel we should cover a few basic things about stop signs.
First — PAY ATTENTION.
It is your job, your primary job, to drive the car. Not eat, not take a phone call, not respond to FB. — Drive the car.
Second — Where to stop.
I know it sounds a little odd to say (most of us remember) but the place to stop is actually so your front bumper is just behind an imaginary line drawn across the street where the stop sign is.
Some of you have a major problem with this; either you are half away across the street before you stop or you stop 3 car lengths back.
Third – How long
This is the biggest part of my grievance and is definitely related to the first part above. When you pull up to a stop sign, you are required to come to a full stop. That’s it.
There is no time limit on how long you have to wait at a stop sign before proceeding. IT ## )&)$##%@ isn’t 3 to 8 Seconds! Especially when there is no other traffic at the other sides of the street. Good gravy people. Use some common sense; if there are other cars make sure you can proceed then go.
But way too many of you seem to think that you have to approach the stop sign, creep up to it as not startle it, stop, look around at the empty street, check again, start forward, stop again to check to see if a Romulan war bird disguised as a Buick uncloacked and then finally proceed.
To co-op a phrase; we can do better than this.
I asked one of the most important questions in my life.
She said “yes”
6 months later we were married.
I’d ask again today, tomorrow and every day of my life.
Love you Kimberly
This goes out to all the fast food workers in the Dallas Fort Worth area; please consider it a polite request. I do my part. I shut off my radio or turn it way down. I don’t drive a car with a loud engine. I make sure that only one person in the car is talking when we are ordering. All I’m asking you to do in your part of the conversation is to:
Please TALK TO ME…..
Please TALK TO ME.….not the 1.5″ thick plexiglass window. I understand (and can see) that most drive through windows are the size of a postage stamp. But putting your mouth two inches from the window and 18 inches above it doesn’t help me hear what you are saying.
Lean over a little, look at me through the window and Please talk to me.
Please TALK TO ME…..not the blooming cash register. I worked fast food in my youth. I remember the press of business and not being able to keep one order’s details in mind. I get it. So how about you look at the total on the register for my order, then turn towards me and verbally relay that information. Sound is directional; they may not have taught you that in school but it is true. It is very difficult to hear what you are saying when most of the noise is traveling 90 degrees from where I am.
Please TALK TO ME…..in a voice that audible more than then cell phone range from your mouth. I see the boom microphone firmly attached to your head. You can adjust the volume on it or simply lower your voice when you are talking to the person at the order station. But whispering in a voice that would make a librarian proud isn’t very effective when the person is sitting in an idling car. You might wake up a few coworkers (might help get the order out faster but that is a side benefit) but it would save you from having to repeat yourself a couple of times.
mini rant, polite request has been brought you by This Old Curmudgeon.
This is a combination poll and thought provoking exercise for a later post.
It’s really simple; In your life, name the 3 greatest responsibilities you have ever exercised.
For me 1. Being a parent, 2. Inspecting/Maintaining flight gear for Aircrews, 3. Being a Scout leader.