Oh, the Facebook, how you make me laugh:
How the heck can you sell out of a graphic?! Anyway, it’s too bad — I was going to buy each of my ladyfriends a teddy bear, but now they’ll have to settle for a blue teddy bear. And we all know how much blue teddy bears suck.
It has been less than two years since I left Lehigh, and now the worst thing ever has happened:
“Jazzman’s Café will close after more than four years of business because of lacking sales.”
And this just a week after I had my first Jazzman’s blueberry muffin and iced mocha since September 2005. But I suppose it’s to be expected; after all, I was the life of that poor imitation of a real coffeeshop. Who else ever played music from an iPod instead of from the “jazz” CDs we were provided by Sodexho? Who else gave away unthinkable amounts of free food and drinks? Who else could make the perfect latte? To wit:
“‘I’ve gone to Jazzman’s consistently this past year,’ [Shaundra] Gallogly said, ‘and recently the coffee has been so bad I’ve thrown it away.’”
OK, that’s not true. I was not the only bright spot in that corporate dungeon. But basically everyone worthwhile graduated or quit around the same time as me, and then Sodexho thought it would be a good idea to replace the wonderful espresso machine with one where all you had to do was push a button — no pulling the shot, no steaming the milk. So we all knew this was coming. And yet, I’m disappointed.
I’ve got very little to discuss, but here is a story about an airport:
Recently I was at an airport serving one of Our Nation’s Fattest Cities. All things considered, it was a rather nice airport. Much better than that dreary Hartsfield-Jackson in Atlanta. There was even a Jazzman’s! But here’s the thing that bothered me. You know how airports have those carts that are always almost running you over? The ones for people who can’t or don’t want to walk to their gates? This particular airport also had carts that went to the McDonald’ses. If that wasn’t bad enough, they seemed to run more often than the ones meant for the old and disabled.
I also have an airport story about getting accosted while standing in line, but I can only do that one in person or on the phone.