So I made the Circle of Chores today – the loop from Bedford to Mount Kisco to Bedford Hills and back. That gets me to the bank, to Town Hall, to the supermarket, to the gas station, and to the post office.
Mount Kisco’s main parking lot has eliminated putting coins in the meters AT the parking space and instead has installed Pay Stations, which they have elsewhere in town, but this one is different in that it asks you to enter your License Plate number, not the parking space number. That’s a problem for me because I LOVE to pay it forward, so if I put an hour’s worth of coins in the meter and am out in 15 or 30, I always flag a parking space seeker down and hand off the receipt. Now I can’t do that. I wonder why the change? I wasn’t doing anything illegal, or even unethical. The space was paid for, and it shouldn’t matter by whom, so I’m guessing it’s a new way they check the cars, with some scanner that looks at the plate number in the space to see if you’ve overstayed your money. In any event, I don’t like it, one bit. It takes so much fun out of surprising someone you don’t know.
Next, I had to run into Citibank to deposit a check and some cash. Mr. EOS will tell you that he’s surprised I even know what a deposit slip is, but hey, enough about me. I hand the cashier my personalized deposit slip, $350 in cash, and an endorsed check. He asks me to swipe my Citibank debit card and I asked why. He said because you are depositing cash. I said you have my personalized deposit slip, I’m depositing money, not withdrawing, and it’s a measly sum of $350, not $3,500 or $35,000. He said that if I didn’t swipe my card, they’d have to ask me for my driver’s license and my social security number. To deposit $350 in cash?????????????????? I asked again, why, and he said banks have to keep a trail of cash transactions. (I bank at the Bedford Village branch not Mount Kisco, so in fairness, he didn’t know me from Adam). But still, talk about Big Brother. I am sure after I challenged his decision, footage of me is on their security camera stashed away somewhere. Annoying as hell.
Then I stopped at the Town Hall Clerk’s office to get two new recycling bins. Suburban Carting has changed their service a bit and no longer will accept recycling of cans/bottles etc, put in any plastic bag, clear or blue. They want all the recycling just thrown into the blue bin. That presents a problem I think for those of us who might want to haul the trash out the night before. I can just see crows swooping down or other vermin sleuthing around. It’s logically easier for the trash people to have the recyclable cans and bottles tossed just in the bin but I still have to put it in plastic bags in the kitchen, so I get to be the one who takes the extra step. Wasteful of the plastic bags, which are recyclable (irony?!) but I’m not going to toss cans and bottles straight into the kitchen trash can without a bag liner.
In-between a couple of route stops, I was behind TWO oblivious texting drivers today – two different people stopped at red lights, both checking their phones, not seeing the light turned green. It’s difficult to honk gently, like toot toot, look up idiot, and not sit on the horn like you are angry and start some kind of road rage. One guy, when I gently toot tooted barely accelerated, I think in defiance of being honked at.
I felt a little bit like this, but I waited a reasonable time, really I did.
Last, to Stop & Shop (which I’m liking but not liking – their meat department is just AWFUL!) When I went to check out, I realized I left this at home on the kitchen counter. The Stop & Shop cashier said No Tickee No Discountee. The coupons should be logged into your card so you don’t have to remember to carry them. Groan.
Lastly, a little reminder of what Mitt Romney said in 2012. Gee, are we keeping score at how many times he was right and Obama was wrong? But Obama is playing Deflect the North Korea H-Bomb game – look there are guns in America. What a swell president. NOT.