Okay, for the Crablog Happy Hour for April, I’m thinkin’ the 19th or the 20th at Spy Club/Midtown Yacht Club or Club Charles. *Location added for your consideration- Molly’s Public House*
Let me know your votes in comments.
Archive for April 5th, 2005
Don’t you just love the smell of hypocrisy in the morning?
I went to the Post Office to mail off LCN’s cookies. I found a box that was the perfect size, threw a label on it, and took it up to the counter.
The woman weighed the package and told me how much it would be. The total appeared on the credit card display machine next to me. The display said, “Please slide card now.”
So I slid my card.
Nothing.
“We don’t use that terminal.”
“Oh. Okay. Here’s my card.”
She took my card and flipped it over to look for the signature. In its place she found the words “See ID” written in giant, black letters.
“Can’t take this. Has to be signed.”
“I can show you my ID.”
“Don’t matter. Gotta sign it.”
So I signed the card. 80% of my signature was obscured by the indelible black ink that I had used to apply the words “See ID”.
She took my card, glanced at what must have passed for an acceptable signature, and ran my card through her terminal. She then handed me a receipt to sign, didn’t verify my signature with the new signature on the card, and sent me out of the post office less secure than I came in.
For all the post office claims that it is concerned about identity theft they don’t really think about how to best implement a system to prevent it. Do they?
Apparently the US postal service thinks it’s easier for me to kill/immobilize someone, steal their face and body type ala Face/Off, and then use their ID and credit card to make purchases than it is to forge someone’s signature.
Way to go Post Office. You’re really breaking that stigma of bureaucracy and inefficiency.
ACWF wrote:
> 487 days until our (tentative) wedding! just thought you’d like to
> know. the knot updates me when they send me emails. yay!
> love you-
> me
I replied with:
The Knot sounds like it has a little bit of the old obsessive-compulsive disorder. I wouldn’t be surprised if the Knot’s former boyfriends remarked at how anal retentive and how much of a control freak the Knot was. The Knot probably got all obsessed about weddings when the Knot was just a little pop-up ad, and I imagine the Knot would talk way too much about weddings on the first date. Then again, the Knot is probably a huge lush, because everyone keeps turning the Knot down (because the Knot is so overbearing and hard to deal with), so the Knot gets drunk alot, and then when the Knot is drunk, the Knot gets horny. And you know how obsessive-comulsive people who are anal retentive are dynamite in the sack, so the Knot probably has a reputation as a over-the-top, commitmentaholic, anal-retentive, sex machine.
Thanks for the update hon.
Love,
ACW
This week’s query is spawned by the fact that Kmart is a bigger dork (or at least a dork with a better memory) than I am. We were having an argument yesterday about cloaking devices on ships, and I made the mistake of calling it a Romulan Bird of Prey, instead of a Klingon Bird of Prey. So I’m a big dummy.
Who would you mind meld, replicate, or beam up with? Whose lightsaber would you polish, whose binary load lifter would you communicate with, whose Wookie would you pet?
Marry- Leia (it’s a no brainer)
Sex- Padme (but not with the whole Queen Amidala thing going on)
Friends- Wesley Crusher (Wil muthafuckin’ Wheaton)
