Whistling in Public

Some days I lose my patience with people. It's usually at the airport or on an airplane when I see the most horrific of human behavior. There's small things there that irk me, like discourteous folks that can't understand the dynamics of following single file at the counter or those people that absolutely can't wait for the front of the plane to de-board, in which case they immediately spill out into the aisle and toward the door once the seatbelt signal is turned off.

I think the worst of these airport offenses, however, is whistling in public. I hear it in the bathroom, in the concourse, and at the baggage claim. It is the worst thing you can do anywhere there's other people around, unless, for whatever reason, people are paying to hear you whistle.

It's absolutely irresponsible and obnoxious. Nobody wants to hear your crummy whistling for these reasons: 1) whistling is noise pollution, 2) you are forcing people to listen to the crummy song you've chosen to whistle, and 3) walking around making noise generally means you are the type of person that is oblivious to other violations of people's personal space. Just stop it.

I eat free hot dogs

Yesterday's drive back from Trenton to DC included a pit stop for gas in Delaware. Little did I know, it was Customer Appreciation Day at the Shell station. According to the signs plastered on each pump, free hot dogs, chips and soda were available between 3 to 6pm. It was 2:20pm when I got there, but the free stuff was already being handed out. Jackpot!

Starting Over

So last summer I attempted to do this whole blogging thing, and it turned out to be a complete failure. I've moved all those old posts off, and I'm starting anew.

I'm not sure how I want to focus this blog, but the general idea is I want to capture my thoughts at the immediate moment they occur, especially while I am in this nomadic period in my life. Documenting my previous life as a regular 9-to-5er would not have been nearly as interesting as my current state of constant transition.

If you didn't already know, I've left my comfort haven in Orlando for a new adventure of peril in DC. My line of graduate research has enabled me to visit some of the nation's greatest cities, like Peoria and Wichita, and my new personal favorite (and current city of residency until tomorrow), Trenton.

This constant travel has a price, as I'm nearing the national welfare level in terms of money. Alas, I assert that education is all about learning, and I'm learning that money doesn't matter. Anymore.