Random Snark Drive-By
There’s nothing like wrapping multiple projects simultaneously to turn one into a puddle of goo.
My commute from home to office is pleasantly short. It’s about a five-minute drive or a fifteen-minute walk, passing through the heart of downtown Batavia. One of the more perplexing sights on the way to the office had been a constant puzzlement since I moved here back in May. One of the mini-mall plazas had a decently sized insurance agency in a corner space. This wasn’t ‘Joe’s Insurance’, but an agent for one of the major insurers. Most of the front of their office was covered with plywood. Now, if this were Florida and we had a hurricane bearing down, it would look perfectly normal. In the Chicago suburbs, middle of summer, not so much. The curious thing was that this condition persisted for months. In fact, there was even a little banner made up on the side window saying ‘we’re open, pardon our dust during repairs!’
I’m sure I wasn’t the only person wondering if they couldn’t deal with their front windows promptly (but they could make up a banner about it), how are they going to help deal with my insurance claim? Talk about unintentional negative advertising.
As of yesterday the storefront is finally fixed, three months after I moved here. No idea how long it had been boarded up before that. Yay them.
Also, Baptist church on the corner across from my office building? I’m sure it’s your God-given right to do ice cream socials. But really, calling it an ice cream social and jazz festival event, really? When I walked by it didn’t sound like jazz, it sounded like Jesus had called Lawrence Welk from the grave instead of Lazarus. If you want to be hip, perhaps an ice cream social with special guest appearance by Aphex Twin.
My commute from home to office is pleasantly short. It’s about a five-minute drive or a fifteen-minute walk, passing through the heart of downtown Batavia. One of the more perplexing sights on the way to the office had been a constant puzzlement since I moved here back in May. One of the mini-mall plazas had a decently sized insurance agency in a corner space. This wasn’t ‘Joe’s Insurance’, but an agent for one of the major insurers. Most of the front of their office was covered with plywood. Now, if this were Florida and we had a hurricane bearing down, it would look perfectly normal. In the Chicago suburbs, middle of summer, not so much. The curious thing was that this condition persisted for months. In fact, there was even a little banner made up on the side window saying ‘we’re open, pardon our dust during repairs!’
I’m sure I wasn’t the only person wondering if they couldn’t deal with their front windows promptly (but they could make up a banner about it), how are they going to help deal with my insurance claim? Talk about unintentional negative advertising.
As of yesterday the storefront is finally fixed, three months after I moved here. No idea how long it had been boarded up before that. Yay them.
Also, Baptist church on the corner across from my office building? I’m sure it’s your God-given right to do ice cream socials. But really, calling it an ice cream social and jazz festival event, really? When I walked by it didn’t sound like jazz, it sounded like Jesus had called Lawrence Welk from the grave instead of Lazarus. If you want to be hip, perhaps an ice cream social with special guest appearance by Aphex Twin.