Los Angeles: where vague attempts to make plans fall through either because someone is suddenly working at the last minute or because someone just plain sucks. This is what suffices for "keeping in touch" and "having friends." There need be no actual face to face contact, just the odd acknowledgement that the other exists.
NEWS FLASH, LA: that's not actual friendship.
It should be noted that I myself have been guilty of the above scenario, and am not at all proud of it.
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Monday, November 08, 2010
to ponder, on a Monday morning
The other day, I was getting gas at my usual crappy gas station at Franklin and Gower. I swiped my debit card, and when I was punching in my pin I noticed for the first time that there was braille on the keypad numbers.
I realize that the swipey-card machines are probably pretty standard issue, but still, it begs the question: how often do you think blind people pump gas?
I realize that the swipey-card machines are probably pretty standard issue, but still, it begs the question: how often do you think blind people pump gas?
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