This made me laugh so hard today when I was on the subway. But I dunno about using acronyms, Blueprint communication folks. I’m thinking for the populations you’re trying to reach, spelling it out would have more of an impact.
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Daily Archives: February 19, 2009
I did something bad
On Tuesday, I paid my respects at the make-shift memorial erected at the site of where Officer John Pawlowski was killed. Today, on my way to get some chicken noodle soup from the deli, I passed the memorial again. I took a moment to say a prayer.
Then I noticed that the memorial had grown by leaps and bounds. Now it features a tarp to safeguard all of the paraphernilia that people left in remembrance. I also noticed something else. Left on top of everything else was a piece of paper with racial epithets and the like scrawled across it.
I know memorials like these are sacred. At the same time, someone from his family seeing something like that made me wince. So I stole it.
I did. I stole it. The cashier at the Dunkin Donuts tried to help me dissect the language, because I could not figure out what the paper was saying. We gave up, concluding it was the rantings of a nut.
I wish crazy people wouldn’t pollute memorials like this.
Save it for the forums, the Facebook groups and the blogs.
This isn’t the place for political/racial discussions.
It’s about honoring the memory of someone who died trying to serve and protect.
Show me the bacon!
I don’t know what it is about lunch trucks in Center City, but they seem to be overwhelmingly dominated by Pakistanis. Which would be okay, except for all the obnoxiousness PG has to go through every time she orders breakfast. What makes it worse is my office building is barricaded on all four sides by Pakistani vendors. It’s not like at Temple, where you had the Koreans, the Vietnamese, the Indians, the Italians, the Romanians, the Turkish vendors, etc.
Here’s a typical morning conversation:
Me: Hi, could I have a bacon, egg and cheese on a kaiser roll?
Pakistani Vendor: Sure, sure, sure. That’s turkey bacon, right? [Naturally assuming I'm Muslim.]
Me: No, regular bacon.
PV: You no want turkey bacon?!?
Me: No. No turkey. Real bacon.
PV: But you look Pakistani, aren’t you Pakistani.
Me: [Under my breath.] Grrrrrrr. [Pause.] No, I’m Indian. [Lying through my teeth.]
PV: Really, you look Pakistani. Isn’t your family from Lahore?
Me: [Lying through my teeth.] Nope, I’m from Mumbai.
PV: And you still want BACON bacon?!?
Me: Yes, please.
[Extra ten minutes later because PV is so put out by this request.]
PV: Okay, here you go. Have a nice day. Are you sure you’re not Pakistani??? You’re very fair.
Me: [Walking away vowing to find another vendor, knowing I am far too lazy to ever find one.]
