On my way to Juniata College in PA for a show and I got turned around just outside of Amish country. My GPS took me through a cemetary by mistake. Just passed a sign for ‘Fourth Street.’ And I think it might just be the fourth street.
Ever made.
My new favorite street sign.
They weren’t kidding…
I had to drive a 25-mile stretch where the speed limit was about 35 and I kept getting stuck behind horse-drawn carriages. I don’t wanna poke fun at anyone’s culture, but being Amish requires a level of dedication I just don’t possess. I respect it. I just don’t got it.
Hotel clerk: May I have your street address? Me: 3— S Street. Hotel Clerk: Can you spell that? Me: Sure. “S.”
Tee hee ;) It’s the little things that make me happy.
On Friday I had my very own ‘who gon’ check me boo’ moment. I was seriously sitting in my hotel room thinking: “What ever happened to customer service?…”
Why? Check out the Facebook status below for the short version:
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Here’s the thing: I know it was a small thing to be upset about, but my anger was borne out of the extremely poor customer service — not the fact that I didn’t have any batteries. My feet work. I could (and did) change the channel manually. But I could tell that this guy had just decided he didn’t want to help me. Because he was an asshole. And that pissed me off. This douche told me that he couldn’t swap my remote control out because if they filled the rooms that were currently unoccupied, then when those people came they wouldn’t have batteries.
WTD?!?!?!? I’M HERE NOW! What the hell do I care whether people who may or may not decide to come to your hotel have a working remote control if and when they arrive? Why aren’t you equally concerned with a customer who’s already in your establishment? Send someone up the street to the CVS and buy some. At least pretend that you’re trying to accommodate me.
I called and went out to the front desk a total of 4 times. I couldn’t believe I was even having this conversation, but I wasn’t willing to let it go. On the way to the show that nite, I told the adviser at the school that I was playing that evening what happened so he’d know how his money was being spent…
He apologized, promised he’d call them about it, and gave me some batteries to take back to the hotel.
Last Thursday I was in the Charlotte airport and this guy — THIS GUY — was riding the moving sidewalks facing backwards, essentially staring me dead in my face. It was the spookiest thing ever. We got off one sidewalk and he turned forward to walk to the next one. But when he got on the next one, he turned right back around and looked at me… So I took my camera out and took a photo of him just as blatantly as he was staring at me.
You may be wondering what he did next… Well I’ll tell you what he DIDN’T do — and that was turn around. Weirdest sh!t ever. I hated this guy. And so I wanted to share him with y’all. ;)
The lady on the right was doing an ‘impression’ of my eyes. But I let it slide because she made me feel like a rock star when she handed me that Sharpie. ;)
I saw this scene when I pulled off the Jersey Pike to nap at a rest area last nite…
There’s something about a hearse that has be to towed that’s a little ironic. And a little sad. But also, damn funny! In a perfect world (or at least my perfect world) this pick-up would have had one of those “My other car is a hearse” bumper stickers or license plate frames:
Alas, it did not… But imagining that it did kept me up and laughing for at least the next 40 minutes. Tee hee ;)
My trip to Cincy has been absolutely delicious so far. And its only been a day. Last nite some students brought their dog to one of my college shows. The dog was called Lil Nigga. I have so much more to say about that. Stay tuned for the video blog… Then today I witnessed a fight between two rival homeless factions in Fountain Square… It started like this:
“50-cent ho. That’s why you got pregnant by yo own cousin.”
“Yo mama’s a 50-cent ho. I would kill you but I don’t need another charge.”
Of COURSE I have videotape — who do you think you’re dealing with here? I can’t wait to get home and cut together this blog.
Tomorrow I think I’m gonna go to the National Underground Railroad Freedom Center. I feel like I need to go see something historical and meaningful and inspiring to counter the ignorance I’ve seen so far. I think of it as balancing the qi.
