It is very hard to get a cab in Houston

July 26th, 2011

It is very hard to get a cab in Houston. This is the result of my exhaustive research of the city, which consisted in missing a connecting flight there and having to spend the night at the Marriott by the airport.  By the airport is a bit misleading–the hotel is actually in the airport. Both convenient for travel, and proof that even people in Houston realize visitors to their city don’t want to step foot in Houston. You can literally get off your plane, get on the airport mono-rail and step off at the Marriott check-in counter without ever setting foot outside.

This would have been my goal, if it weren’t for the unfortunate closure of the Marriott restaurant, forcing me to venture out into the streets of Houston (though in truth, I’m not sure the Houston airport is really in Houston–I saw big buildings quite far away as we landed) to try and get some dinner.

You would think a hotel inside an airport would understand that people staying there are not from Houston and would have questions like “Where is the nearest place to eat?” and “Can I get a cab?” Unfortunately, no one I met was prepared to answer these questions.

It turns out, is almost impossible to find out where the nearest restaurant to the hotel is, though with some persistence you can get this info. And it is even harder to find a way to locate a cab. There are none hanging outside the hotel like you’d expect. The concierge after much consternation, decided that he could maybe call and see if a cab was in the area.  And this was all easy compared to the task of getting a cab from the nearest restaurant (actually, it wasn’t the nearest–there was a Chili’s and a Waffle House, but I ended up and some steak joint where they serve you steak covered in foamy butter with a side cup of butter in case one stick wasn’t enough), which proved IMPOSSIBLE.

The hostess at the front was even more flummoxed by the request for a cab the the concierge had been.  It seemed like she had literally never been asked by a customer to call her a cab ever. The cab company, once located, was equally confused. Yes, they acknowledged, they had 1 or 2 cars maybe in the area, but they weren’t sure how to get in touch with them. The process took an hour, during which I could only watch the band at Joe’s Crab Shack across the parking lot play to an empty patio in the 90 degree Houston humidity.

Let me just go on record and say no, Houston should not be able to host the Olympics until they figure out the value of having cabs around areas with lots of out-of-towners. Was Houston in the running to host the Olympics? I doubt it, but let me be preemptive in saying NO, NO, NO.

Life Lessons 101: Ordering at Subway

July 19th, 2011

I can hardly believe that today, in the year 2011, there are still people who don’t know how to order a sandwich at Subway. I mean, it’s been the same basic process with a few modifications for at least 20 years.  And there are Subways in seemingly every country, all of which are the same. I’ve been to Subway in Japan, New Zealand, Argentina, and it’s all the same drill.  But, in case you are like the lady in front of me in line yesterday, here are a few tips to make the ordering process easier.

First, there are 4 main steps to the Subway order. Depending on how busy your Subway is, these steps may be done by a single person, or as many as 6 different people. In either case, the steps are the same:

  1. In the first step, you will be required to say what kind of sandwich you want (Turkey, Veggie, Pulled Pork etc.), on what kind of bread (yes, they have many kinds–if you are frazzled, you can say Wheat or White and they’ll understand), with what kind of cheese.  You also will have the option to either have your sub toasted or not at this stage (in New Zealand, they’ll ask if you want it fresh or toasted).  This is all the info you should provide here. Don’t want mayo on your sandwich? Fine, but the person in step one doesn’t give a shit about that.
  2. Stage two is where you pick your veggies. Maybe this will be divided into two subgroups, with the first stage being the first vegetables and the next stage being the last vegetables. While it may seem reasonable to ask, “what comes on this sandwich?” particularly if you are ordering a special sandwich, like the previously mentioned (and I can only assume disgusting) Pulled Pork.  Sadly, that’s not how it works at Subway. You get to/have to make all the choices so if you say “Olives” there will be olives on your pork sandwich.  I’ve tried to say “make it like it is in the picture,” but this causes confusion. You’ll just have to do your best here to guess what veggies might go well with the sandwich you imagine eating.
  3. Stage three is where you pick your sauces. They have several. Mustard and Mayo of course. Ranch. Some kind of chipotle sauce that isn’t as good as you’d hope. Salt. Pepper. Oil. Vinnegar.  The most common mistake made at this stage is they will say “Anything else?” and you may assume you are still in stage two and say “No,” meaning no more veggies. As soon as you say that they are rolling your sandwich up to shove down to stage four. At which point you’ll ask, “Hey, what about mustard?” and the lady at stage four will just frown at you. Should have thought about that three fucking seconds ago.
  4. Stage four is where you pay. It’s also where you announce your intention to make your sandwich a value meal or add chips or cookies. Announcing this at any of the first three stages will produce blank looks. The people in stage 1-3 don’t know anything about chips or value meals. They are sandwich people. A note: if you pay by debit/credit card, don’t sit around waiting for a receipt unless you need one. You won’t have to sign your name. They won’t even wait to see if your card was validated. They just swipe and hand you your food. You could probably pay with a Library Card if you so choose. Subway has obviously decided the loss of efficiency in waiting 5 seconds to see if your card is valid is greater than the potential loss of being ripped off with fraudulent card.

Once you have paid, take your food, walk away and pat yourself on the back. You’ve just ordered yourself a Subway sandwich.

Next week: Is the self-check aisle in the grocery store right for you?

Do the people on Celebrity Rehab ever watch Celebrity Rehab?

July 11th, 2011

I mean,  on the one hand, this is a show that deals with very sick people (that we’re basically watching people struggling with a life or death disease on TV for entertainment is a whole other issue).  So I guess we should forgive them forthe way they act but it’s like, every single season they do the same shit. Someone freaks out about all the cameras and tries to leave. One of the support staff gets verbally abused by one of the patients and starts to cry. The person who won’t admit they’re an addict, admits it on the final episode and everyone claps. I mean, is there any self-awareness?

It’s like, if you work at the rehab facility the addicts are going to yell and curse at you when you try to take their cell phones away. They will say you are ugly and fat and try to hit you or break something. This will happen. Do not be surprised and get upset when it does.

And (to the celebs) there will be cameras filming you all the time–this is the premise of the show. If you ask them to stop filming, they won’t stop filming (but they will cut to another camera showing the cameraman filming you, which actually is kind-of cool for that cameraman because now they get to be on TV).  And when you walk away from the facility and try to leave, you will eventually change your mind and come back inside and then have to take a pee test again. This is how it works. Haven’t you ever seen the show you now appear on?

In other news, I finally had a funny comment on one of my blog entries from a guy who loves hockey, but whose sarcasm ear is a little off.

 

Notes from Mexico

July 8th, 2011

Is the Cancun airport the whitest place in the world? I honestly believe there are more Spanish speakers right now at the Starbucks next to my home than the entire Cancun airport.

How are we defining “housewife?”

June 27th, 2011

So, on occasion, and for reasons beyond my control, I end up watching episodes of The Real Housewives of_____ (insert city here).  The show is terrible, but no need to go into that. It’s been covered plenty of times.

Here’s what I don’t understand–the original show, and the one it seems they bring back most, is Real Housewives of Orange County. I think the original premise of the show was to give us an insight into the life of these women of leisure–women with fake boobs and chins who have rich husbands and spend their days doing…I don’t know, drinking martinis by the pool.  But at this point in the show, every single one of the women from the original cast is divorced.  Some of the housewives are no longer even rich.  And many seem to derive 100% of their income from being on a show called The Real Housewives of INSERT CITY HERE.

So nothing from the original premise of the show remains (I guess they still live in Orange County).  It’s basically just a show about a bunch of random women in Orange County who are on a show about a bunch of random women who live in Orange County and we get to see everything about their lives other than the fact that they’re on a TV show, which is the only thing really in their lives. It’s like doing a reality show about President Obama where you don’t acknowledge that he’s president of the United States (I guess that’s kind-of what Fox News does everyday, but you get the point).

Time to abandon the last premise of the show (“real”) and just get some scripts for these girls. We’ll call it: The Real Housewives of OC.  It can’t miss.

Stuff Bloggers Like

June 26th, 2011

Latest in my soon-to-be popular series, Stuff Bloggers Like:

5. Irony. Bloggers love saying things but they don’t exactly mean what they say. They mean something else. It’s very clever how they do it.

6. Dogs. A lot of bloggers love dogs, especially those bloggers who are blogging about their dogs. But even bloggers who aren’t may very well have or like dogs.

7. The internet. Don’t even get a blogger started about the internet, because they probably A. totally have internet access and B. use the internet EVERY SINGLE DAY.

8. Jon Stewart. They think he’s funny, especially when he makes ironic jokes about the connection between politics and dogs.

Writer’s Feedback

June 17th, 2011

So hard to get good notes on your writing. Here’s someone who “gets it.” Well, not “gets it” but you understand.

 

This week in TV Failure

June 16th, 2011

That the “Glee Project,” a reality TV show built around the show Glee debuted to terrible numbers on Oxygen is not really surprising. Oxygen is a shitty network and about ten shows too late to the music competition genre.

What is surprising, or maybe just amusing, is the reason experts are speculating the debut flopped. Per Ad week:

What’s curious about the poor turnout for The Glee Project is that the pilot generally garnered positive reviews, [...] some speculated the premiere flagged because it bowed opposite the deciding game of the NBA Finals

Really? Are we too believe that viewers sat down and prepared to watch a show about high school kids singing cheesy renditions of popular music from the 1980s but then said, “nah, you know what, I’m just going to watch some basketball.”

Extra kudos to Adweek for the punny article title: “Gasping for Airtime: Oxygen Chokes on Glee.” Much better than my thought for a headline: “Wait…there’s an Oxygen Network?”

Proof that advertising is about aspiration, not reality

June 13th, 2011

Macy’s ad in Miami provides the ultimate example of advertising as wish-fulfillment, following the Miami Heat’s finals loss last week.

We should have seen it coming

June 7th, 2011

Yes Anthony Weiner, the joke is on us after all. We put our faith in you, and (for the most part) avoided the obvious jokes about your last name. But it’s like this was your destiny. The scandal you were born to live out. You are a modern day Oedipus Rex with erectus weiner and all.

Oh John Boehner, is there any question what your future holds?