Tooters, I am teaching myself to knit with kabob skewers and Ace Hardware string because long bike rides are too exhausting as a pre-election coping mechanism.
However, after inadvertently hearing older and wiser #cspan callers explain they detest the other party and don't know for whom they voted for last time, I have resolved to do better. So now I'm using bottlerocket sticks and said string to knit, so I will stay warm in my new FEMA camp home.
Tooters, our after-school program here in the heart of Washington DC has started again. For quite a few years now we've been able to teach Kung Fu, Lion Dance, Dragon Dance to DC kids at super low cost to parents.The kids learn how to train, stay healthy and safe, and pick up drumming skills on Chinese Thunder drums, as well as African Djembe drums-not seen here in this pic. While they do this, they impart solid human qualities on each other. We help, but they do the heavy lifting themselves. I'd love to max out attendance this school year. Mention us, will you, if you know kids or parents in our city? https://www.jowga.org
Tooters, Today I was scanned before entry to #Costco. The new face of near retail shopping is a masked employee carrying a gun sized scanner. One staffer helps you understand the pose you need to take, hand raised, barcode facing outward, wait, and ok, you're cleared to enter the warehouse. There is absolutely nothing to worry about here as Costco verifies and records your identity card, timestamps your entry to the images caught on cameras. But remember your rights for a safe and enjoyable near-retail shopping experience: do not answer questions, ask if you are free to go, and if you are detained, ask for legal representation. A judge will see you at the end to verify a successful and proper shopping experience.
I was rewarded with pushbaok from staff when I pointed out the apples that were in the sale bin area had no price.
They didn't threaten me with concrete galoshes but there were some unpleasantries. These Cosmic Crisp apples were in the sale bin for $1.49/lb. a few days ago. Same apples, same bin location, pretty sure now they were not fresher, with no price shown right inside the door with other produce on sale, and now they were just shy of $5 per apple.
Retail conjob or just forgot to put out the unusually large markup price signs? This is the store with the apples that go on sale, with a sale price displayed but the register charges the full retail price.
Manager indicated trouble with staffing, so that $1.49 apples became $4.99 apples. I waited to see a price displayed, which is when things got testy. No price was displayed while I was there.
You may ask, why am I tooting this when murder and mahem is de rigueur?
Because when simple age old human interaction becomes con-like, we have a moral obligation to make it straight. Otherwise, hell starts to break loose. Just make it straight.
Egg drama hatched at the #Costco cooler yesterday.
Pristine polypakked 21cent eggs had been flying towards the local full retail price of 0.27 and reached 0.25 after a few weeks.
And next to the pallets of two dozen paks were two pallets of six dozen homebrew packages of pressed cardboard and cling wrap.
Unfortunately the Che Guevara paks had no price posted but the people snapped up the hefty egg agglomerations anyway, whispering to themselves, 'Trust in Costco'.
Later I prostrated myself at the manager's altar, awaiting a sign of the price. As warehouse priests passed me in their vestiments and went on to their near retail duties I heard a voice... thirteen ninety nine. It was true. Trust in Costco.
Hi Tooters, I was out rolling the dice while food shopping again.
I'm back to cash because I rolled poorly.
Low price tier of a dozen Lucerne eggs had price mismatch. This high volume Safeway consistently overcharges at the checkout now. So using cash is just faster-easier to get my money back at the service desk.
A week ago in another part of the USA I was given the wrong box of repair parts--went back and it was so annoying to do the chargeback I decided to go back to cash. Also, chargebacks cost the biz money.
Few day ago, Small Food Retailer really messed up the sales again and I was having trouble with the card reader and was distracted. Had to go back next day to get my money.
They returned my misbegotten money as a glass milk bottle return, eliminating their potential chargeback, and thus screwing up their accounting and bottle inventory because they are unable to charge posted prices.
Tooters, now that we've prepped the Mastodon room, it's time to sidle up to our local reporters and suggest the outrage money machine is a waste of their professional time. Let's introduce ourselves and chat with them on we got started on the Fediverse. This is our superpower and now we smile and flex.
My #costco self-checkout burned itself out. They took it away after probably the upteenth manager meeting on self-checkout. First it was indeed self-checkout. Then there was a minder at each station. After that a checker checked you out, the notion of self removed from the task of checkout. Self never came back, and the checkers had to initial the receipt like it was a work of art. Then that stopped and higher ups checked badges while you stood in line, posing the question are you who you pretend to be? Self was now in complete doubt. Chaos crept in. One dark day I was accused of line cutting, and was about to put up my dukes while insisting to my accuser to just go ahead. And so he did, cursing all the way to the regular checkout off to the left. Another day I saw a manager wrangling with a person pushing tons of food towards the self-checkout. "sir, SIr! There is a line!" No it wasn't me again. Some days there were two lines. Other days there was just one line for the six stations. And now it's all gone. When I went before the judge to plead my case of self- and full-purchasing, I asked about the self-checkout, waiting for him to count my four items. "You know, it's not just us, they're shutting them down all over. Too many problems."
good evening tooters. I'm rolling down the east coast on #Amtrak 's night owl #northeastregional. co2 level in this quiet car is 1231ppm which is borderline acceptable indoors but casts aspersions on the breezy, white noise making vents that run the length of the coach. Wondering if the new trains to go into service in October will lower CO2 below 1000. This is the quiet car not even half full. We're mostly small, barely moving mouselike creatures. The co2 monitor blasted an ear shreiking alarm, so I jammed it between my legs trying to hold down the off button. Off buttons are now on buttons so sometimes one is not sure if one is getting off, or turning on. It wasn't a good look with my hands between my legs. I'm expecting to be escorted out of the quiet coach shortly.
Another local food retailer and I are trying to get a price posted for a bottle of juice. My second attempt the next week yielded some insight, at least with this grocer. Lack of staff, said the manager, as the checkout and I snagged him at the bustling, fully staffed checkout stations. Also, he replied they have not seen city inspectors checking that prices are posted and accurate, for years. If they can't post a price esp. after they raised the mystery price, after being flagged twice over two weeks, I'd have to say raising prices and not posting them is now a profitable business practice.
Tooters, I spent some relaxing time on the Northeast Regional which is a train. During my stay, sniffling, coughing, hacking up phlegm ongoing all around me. Even the coach got in on it with excessive braking outside NYC causing a delightful wafting of burning oil in the coach air. Conductor and friend ran towards the whistle blowing engine. Me in my snuggly soft N95 chillin' as their two way radios exclaiming, 'well it's off the engine now'.
While my neighbours spend their time hunting for weed, removing moss from cracks, maniacally attempting the „perfect“ lawn, I go on creating hiding places, nesting places, drinking places, shadow places, wet places, warm places, feeding places and more for other life forms. I have discovered joy in fomenting #nature and #biodiversity even in a small area as where I live.
Nothing is done anymore in the garden without giving a thought about how others benefit or lose from it.
Let's say you're a fulltime park ranger and you're concerned about the herd drinking from a certain water hole, for whatever reason. You've counted 595 creatures, and about a third always go to that crummy watering hole, no matter the circumstances, so about 198 really thirsty head always drinking from the messed up water hole. And then one day there's a big storm, and the normally really stubborn, healthy, strong-willed 198 members of the herd don't show up to drink. It's only 55 at the crummy water spot. Then your boss says u musta counted wrong. And you, being agreeable, indicate it's possible. But you know even if the count was I little bit off, many members of the herd are losing interest in that crummy watering hole. It's a trend, and the boss is wrong to rely on percent and not face the actual numbers on the ground.
Is this how it starts? I can't stop thinking about Mistress Bot's unceasing demands for the last four of my social. Privacy Act of '74 says the Gov can't deny service when I don't hand over my social, thus no more social on your driver's license. Police seem taken aback when I don't tell them social as an ID source, and then they pissed when I tell them a memorized Driver's license to read free and clear over the radio. What? DL# is not good enough?Now in order to get human help with banking I must hand over social? Yeah, no. Privacy rights, Babe. Gotta protect your privacy rights or everything is up for sale, your body, your work, your knowledge, freedom to travel, right to liberty--everything.
Making cake, taking chances, saving the planet.