I got run over the other day. I was delivering the mail on Broadway and I walked out of a building and onto the sidewalk, and I hear, "Look ou.." and bam! Some Jack ass on a bike hits me. He says something like "watch where you're going" and rides away while I scream "Get off the sidewalk!"
Now maybe I'm wrong, but isn't the sideWALK for people to walk on?
I am increasingly having a problem with cyclists in town. Don't get me wrong, I think riding a bike is great exercise, a great way to get around, and then there's all that bull and smug self-satisfaction about saving the environment. But it's high time for a crack down.
Which set of rules apply to cyclists? Are you a vehicle or are you a pedestrian? It's time to decide, and start living by those rules. I see cyclists ride to the front of the intersection at a red light, and then when the light changes they want to hog the entire lane and hold traffic to their 15 mph speed cap. Then you have two people riding next to each other, one in a bike lane and the other in the motorized lane of travel, doing ten mph, chatting with each other like they are the only ones in the city. I can't tell you how many times I've entered a four way stop intersection, after waiting my turn, only to have some punk barrel through without stopping.
Have you ever noticed that when there's a bicycle vs. car accident on the news the automobile driver is presumed guilty? I'm tired if it. If you want to travel at more than walking speed, and you're going to use wheels of some variety in order to do so, follow the laws or assume the risk.
And if you want to be on the sidewalk, then get off and walk.
13 September 2009
30 August 2009
Tupperware Super Mystery Party
Okay folks, here's how it's going to work. Everyone who attends the party and purchases a minimum of $35 in product (plus tax and shipping) can enter their name into the host drawing. Once all entries are in the bowl, one name will be drawn and that person will be considered the host for the evening, and will receive all applicable benefit from the show that evening, including free products, 1/2 price items and any other promotion associated with the duties of host, with out the work!
You must attend and place your order at the show in order to be eligible for the host drawing. You can enter the drawing more than once. Here's how, and it's very simple. For every $35 in product you order or purchase from stock, you get one entry into the drawing. Anyone who spends $100 or more will receive an additional gift when their order arrives.
If you are unable to attend the party, you will still be able to place an order, and receive any other incentives associated with the Tupperware party not including the host drawing.
If you have any other questions you can contact me directly at andy@andymetcalf.net.
Hope you can come and participate in this event, as it will be one for the ages.
You must attend and place your order at the show in order to be eligible for the host drawing. You can enter the drawing more than once. Here's how, and it's very simple. For every $35 in product you order or purchase from stock, you get one entry into the drawing. Anyone who spends $100 or more will receive an additional gift when their order arrives.
If you are unable to attend the party, you will still be able to place an order, and receive any other incentives associated with the Tupperware party not including the host drawing.
If you have any other questions you can contact me directly at andy@andymetcalf.net.
Hope you can come and participate in this event, as it will be one for the ages.
26 October 2008
The Mailman and the Dog
Pardon my ranting for a minute if you will. Yesterday, while delivering the mail, a woman came home from wherever with her dog in the back of her car. I didn't really think much of it until I was down about four houses when said dog came running down the street toward me. Now I've been carrying the mail for a while now, and I've had a general distaste for dogs longer than that, and this dog was not looking for a sniff and a lick. With a slightly agressive growl and the hair standing up on the back of his neck, ol' Sparky got a shot in the face from my post office issued dog spray.
Fortunately, the spray worked perfectly. Sparky stopped what he was doing, rubbed his face a few times, and then headed for home. Most importantly, no one got bit. The thing that really chaps me about it is that it never should have happened. There is no good reason for this dog to be off it's leash. No dog should ever be allowed of it's leash to roam around the neighborhood.
Let me set something straight here. Dogs don't hate mail carriers. Dogs don't hate uniforms, blue shirts, popcorn or most other things people think their dogs hate. I'll tell you what dogs hate. Dogs hate intruders. That is their territory and they don't want anyone else on it.
I had a friend growning up named Aron. And he had a dog named Bubba. And Bubba barked at airplanes. I figured that Bubba was just another stupid dog until it occured to me that Bubba had a job to do. Bubba's job was to make sure those airplanes just kept flying by and under no circumstances do they land in his yard. Guess what? Buba had a perfect record. Never once did any of those airplanes land in his yard. As far as he knew, it was because he barked at them. So he kept barking at airplanes.
I see dogs every day that don't want intruders in their yard. So they bark at them. And when it's the mail man, we get as far as the front porch mailbox and turn around and leave. "It worked! I think I'll try it again tomorrow" said Sparky, as he glared out the window at the back of the mailman. "And tomorrow if I'm outside, maybe I'll take a bite out of him."
Dog's don't hate the mailman.
Dog's just want to protect their yard.
So people should protect their dogs. Just because I don't like dogs doesn't mean I like hitting them with the pepper spray. So do your mail man a favor, and do you dog one too. Keep your dog safely away from the mailman and everybody's happy. Especially Sparky.
Fortunately, the spray worked perfectly. Sparky stopped what he was doing, rubbed his face a few times, and then headed for home. Most importantly, no one got bit. The thing that really chaps me about it is that it never should have happened. There is no good reason for this dog to be off it's leash. No dog should ever be allowed of it's leash to roam around the neighborhood.
Let me set something straight here. Dogs don't hate mail carriers. Dogs don't hate uniforms, blue shirts, popcorn or most other things people think their dogs hate. I'll tell you what dogs hate. Dogs hate intruders. That is their territory and they don't want anyone else on it.
I had a friend growning up named Aron. And he had a dog named Bubba. And Bubba barked at airplanes. I figured that Bubba was just another stupid dog until it occured to me that Bubba had a job to do. Bubba's job was to make sure those airplanes just kept flying by and under no circumstances do they land in his yard. Guess what? Buba had a perfect record. Never once did any of those airplanes land in his yard. As far as he knew, it was because he barked at them. So he kept barking at airplanes.
I see dogs every day that don't want intruders in their yard. So they bark at them. And when it's the mail man, we get as far as the front porch mailbox and turn around and leave. "It worked! I think I'll try it again tomorrow" said Sparky, as he glared out the window at the back of the mailman. "And tomorrow if I'm outside, maybe I'll take a bite out of him."
Dog's don't hate the mailman.
Dog's just want to protect their yard.
So people should protect their dogs. Just because I don't like dogs doesn't mean I like hitting them with the pepper spray. So do your mail man a favor, and do you dog one too. Keep your dog safely away from the mailman and everybody's happy. Especially Sparky.
16 October 2008
On Homes And Fathers
We closed the loan on our house yesterday. It's about time huh? After living in the house for three years and constructing a major remodel (more than doubling the size of the house) for the last two, we officially bought the house from my dad. The original house was built in 1893 before Utah was a state, and it was a one bedroom, zero bathroom house with no kitchen, just a fireplace in the dining room. In later years a kitchen and bathroom and another small bedroom were added to the back. When we took ownership of the house we had two kids and the master bedroom was too small for a king size bed. So we put Grace in the master, Chris in the other bedroom, and Lori and I set up shop in the dining room. A year after we moved in we started the remodel process, and finally broke ground in November of 2006. Construction was delayed in April when I cut my finger half way off, and took some time for recovery and rehab. We did however manage to get the roof on it before winter set in again. In January I changed jobs and was kept very busy with that. We finally got carpet a month ago and immediately started moving our stuff into our new rooms. There's still a few finishing touches that I may never get to at this point but no one seems to mind. I jut can't believe it's finally done!
I need to take a moment and make sure my dad knows how important he is to me. Not only for the many uncounted hours he spent on this project, along with all the frustrations of being the General Contractor, but for all the things he's done for me. It's been almost a year since I quit working with him to go work for the post office and I miss it terribly. He taught me so much over the years we spent working together, and I would not be where I am today and the man I am without his everpresent influence. I love you Dad. Thankyou again.
I need to take a moment and make sure my dad knows how important he is to me. Not only for the many uncounted hours he spent on this project, along with all the frustrations of being the General Contractor, but for all the things he's done for me. It's been almost a year since I quit working with him to go work for the post office and I miss it terribly. He taught me so much over the years we spent working together, and I would not be where I am today and the man I am without his everpresent influence. I love you Dad. Thankyou again.
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