Okay... it's last minute, but I need advice on my valentines day haikus by the end of the day today...
Here they are:
(About candy hearts):
Kiss me, Cutie pie
Sweet sentiment but is very
Chalky in my mouth
(About chocolate):
Surprisingly bitter
but warmth begins the melt
and sweetness remains
(About dirty stuff):
Enveloped in darkness
a strong hand and a soft spot
All is forgotten
Wednesday, February 13, 2008
Friday, February 8, 2008
PNC made me OCD (TGIF, wanna be my BFF?)
On the scale of people with compulsive behaviors, I'm doing pretty well. I can throw things away, I can shake hands with strangers, and I can put mail in the mailbox without checking to see if it fell (or at least sometimes I can.)
But I am not the most relaxed person ever.
(the audience gasps... sarcastically)
I do one particularly strange compulsive behavior, but I'm here to clear my name and give explanation! When at an ATM, before I walk away, I press cancel several times. To the casual observer, it appears that I am a madwoman - obsessed with ensuring her transaction is complete.
Well, maybe I am mad, but there is an explanation: The average PNC Bank ATM has a design flaw. If you don't ask for a receipt, there is a significant pause after the transaction completes before it prompts you about whether or not you would like another transaction. Once, in a fit of distraction, I forgot my card.
In the wilds of Philadelphia, this type of overlook would nearly guarantee that some ne'r-do-well would be able to withdraw all my hard-earned pennies. Luckily, the one time I forgot was at a grocery store on the mainline - where apparantly everyone has significantly more money than I do - I'm actually quite surprised the person who found the machine in this precarious state didn't deposit some money out of pure pity.
But I won't be so cavalier as to think that my luck will hold out, so now I ensure that I complete each transaction with a few safety pumps of the cancel button.
Oh, and I'll still open door handles in the college with my sleeve.
But I am not the most relaxed person ever.
(the audience gasps... sarcastically)
I do one particularly strange compulsive behavior, but I'm here to clear my name and give explanation! When at an ATM, before I walk away, I press cancel several times. To the casual observer, it appears that I am a madwoman - obsessed with ensuring her transaction is complete.
Well, maybe I am mad, but there is an explanation: The average PNC Bank ATM has a design flaw. If you don't ask for a receipt, there is a significant pause after the transaction completes before it prompts you about whether or not you would like another transaction. Once, in a fit of distraction, I forgot my card.
In the wilds of Philadelphia, this type of overlook would nearly guarantee that some ne'r-do-well would be able to withdraw all my hard-earned pennies. Luckily, the one time I forgot was at a grocery store on the mainline - where apparantly everyone has significantly more money than I do - I'm actually quite surprised the person who found the machine in this precarious state didn't deposit some money out of pure pity.
But I won't be so cavalier as to think that my luck will hold out, so now I ensure that I complete each transaction with a few safety pumps of the cancel button.
Oh, and I'll still open door handles in the college with my sleeve.
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