Archive for May, 2010

Cabbie with TV

I’m writing this post from the back of a cab. The cabbie is watching a Russian television program on his dashboard.   Yes, there is a TV on the dashboard.  WTF – How is this legal?   Here’s a photo – though it’s blurry because he is driving like he’s part of the Indy 500.


This post was written 366 days ago…

Following up on my post after the first two business days after the iPad’s release; I finally, finally saw a girl with one of these puppies hop onto the 30-Stockton bus on Chestnut & Fillmore Street in the Marina. 

The girl had what looked like a pink rubber casing around the iPad that is similar to what lots of people use for iPhone protection. 

Will iPads grow to become a common accessory for San Francisco bus riders?  I’ve seen quite a few people on their Kindles reading books…

More efficient cabbies

Last night I came back to the City on BART after the class I’m taking in Berkeley got out.  It was 10pm, and it had been a really long day.

From where I live, a bus ride home from downtown is unfortunately not so swift at 10pm.  Other neighhorhoods have more direct and frequent service in the late evenings.  I always resort to the taxis after coming back from class because it’s late and I figure getting home fast is money well spent.

I often try snagging a cab in front of the Hyatt Regency Embarcadero Hotel, were there is typically a line of cabs waiting along Drumm Street.  But last night was different.  As I got above ground from the subway station, I saw that there were about a dozen people waving their arms in the air trying to catch a taxi.  Strangely, no little yellow cars were driving by.  When one finally came up, I started to approach it even though I felt bad because I knew there were other people who started flagging down a cab before I got there. 

The cab driver turned off his car, and quickly ran into the hotel while telling me, “I gotta pee… Give me 5 minutes…”

I sort of gave up at this location and walked a few blocks down the street, which allowed me to finally catch a cab. 

On the quiet ride home, I got to thinking about the following possible way cabbies could make better use of their time:

CD stuck on repeat

Our son’s first year of preschool is about to come to a close.  At the beginning of the year, we purchased a CD recorded by our son’s preschool teacher.  She plays guitar and sings to the kids in class, and recorded the songs… Many of the other parents also bought the CD because they too though it would be a good way to bridge the connection between the classroom and home.

The purchase of this CD was the biggest mistake of our entire lives.

When we first bought the CD, we quickly popped it into our car’s CD player.  Our son was in love with the songs, so we felt like we made a great purchase.  He was singing along with the tunes, and we it appeared that the music was building his mental development.

Flashforward nine months, this CD has yet to leave our CD drive.  Any time we try listening to something else, our son makes it clear that he is not happy.  To say that I have memorized each song on the CD would be the biggest understatement in the world.  Sometimes in the middle of a workday, if I’m quietly working away, the songs will come up from out of the blue to haunt me. 

I’m starting to consider secretly destroying the disc for my own sanity…

Dear Mr. Prick who stole my pregnant wife’s bike out of the garage our neighbors accidently left open:

That was messed up.  I realize that it has been a while since she has riden the bike.  But, my wife is pregnant, which meant our family rides had to take a hiatus for a little while.  Did you just think we wouldn’t notice the bike missing from the garage?

It was a busy afternoon with lots of foot traffic in front of our street from the Escape from Alcatraz event.  I don’t blame my neighbor below me who shares my garage, I just blame you.  Stealing from a pregnant lady is essentially taking candy from an unborn baby AND its mother.

That bike has plenty of deferred maintenance and I hope that the first time you try taking it on a joy ride to Marin it breaks down, falls in pieces, and you fall off of the Golden Gate Bridge, break every bone in your body,  and drown. 

Ok, maybe that was harsh.  Please just return the bike.