Annoying is when friends, after passing the age of 30, ask you to help them move. When you're in your early 20s, moving back from college or going to your first apartment, it's expected. We're all low on funds, and time is more of a luxury.
But after 30, the request just seems wrong. Let's face it, spending an entire Saturday grunting and smashing your thumbs as you help haul a dusty couch up a narrow stairway is quite a burden. Also, if you're over 30, it's likely you hardly see your friends anyway.
So why the free work? Why not just hire a moving service? It's not like we give a green light for any other errands. If I need to fold laundry, I'm not allowed to call a friend and ask them to help. If there are dishes to be washed, I can't call my old high school pal and ask if he's busy that night. So why the free pass for moving, which is much more grueling than most other tasks?
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Monday, November 17, 2008
Boston Market's Failure to Have a Napkin Dispenser
Annoying is Boston Market's Failure to Have a Napkin Dispenser. It's the only restaurant I know that doesn't provide napkin dispensers. Instead, they only provide you your napkin when they call your name and you pick up your food.
Even then, they provide only one or two napkins. It's never enough, and inevitably, after 5 minutes of eating their greasy chicken, the napkins are drenched and I find myself scouring the premises for a napkin dispenser always coming back to the same realization.
I end up having to walk up to the counter, asking for an additional napkin. The lady behind the counter looks at me like I'm asking for a free meal, and hands me one additional napkin.
It reeks of stinginess.
Even then, they provide only one or two napkins. It's never enough, and inevitably, after 5 minutes of eating their greasy chicken, the napkins are drenched and I find myself scouring the premises for a napkin dispenser always coming back to the same realization.
I end up having to walk up to the counter, asking for an additional napkin. The lady behind the counter looks at me like I'm asking for a free meal, and hands me one additional napkin.
It reeks of stinginess.
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