Fast Food Tipping

I have noticed a trend lately among pseudo fast food restaurants adding a tip line to their receipts. I do not care for this.

An argument can be made that tipping should be eliminated entirely, and that the cost should be rolled into the meal from the beginning. That would certainly make for a simpler dining experience. Having said that, I’m not trying to recreate the conversation from the beginning of the movie Reservoir Dogs, so I’ll table that discussion for another day. (See what I did there?)

Traditionally, we are accustomed to tipping servers at restaurants. I consider a “restaurant” to be an establishment where you are seated by a host or hostess. A server then takes your order, brings your food, and fills and refills your drinks.

We do not typically tip employees at fast food restaurants where the customer walks up to a counter, places an order, and walks away with food in their hand. Those people are employees, not servers. I do not believe that these employees need a tip from me for doing their job.

Recently, as I mentioned above, I’ve noticed a trend of fast food places attempting to guilt customers into tipping in addition to the cost of the meal. I’m not talking about a tip jar that they might have near the register. I have no problem with that, as it is entirely optional. I’m referring to a tip line being added to the receipt after a debit or credit card transaction.

I’ve been combating this trend. The easy solution is that I pay with cash at those places. When I pay with cash, all they are expecting from me is the price of the food. There is no forced mechanism that allows them to hint for something more.

I considered listing a few examples of fast food places that have added a tip line, but I figure there is no need to single them out. You get the idea. I’m not playing along.

Vehicles Should Have a Volume Limit

I have a long overdue complaint. I am sick and tired of hearing ridiculously loud cars on the road. I live near a relatively busy four-lane street. During heavy traffic hours, I am bombarded with the sound of a few extremely loud cars. During the milder months, I often like to open my windows. I am disturbed by the frequent sound — not of the overall traffic — but by the one car that is louder than fifty others combined.

As much as I am generally opposed to the addition of any additional traffic laws, I think that something needs to be done about this noise pollution nuisance.

I propose that it should be deemed illegal for a non-commercial vehicle to exceed a set volume limit. From now on, an audio test should be included as part of an annual vehicle inspection. I don’t know precisely what the limit should be. I’ll leave that to someone else to decide.

Large commercial vehicles such as buses and dump trucks can be exempt from such volume regulations. I have no problem with that. After all, they are massive machines. My issue is with the average citizen who modifies their muffler on their Honda Civic to intentionally blast as much noise as possible. Why do people do this? Do they think it impresses other drivers or something? It doesn’t. Those people (probably teenagers) are idiots. It is utterly obnoxious and it needs to stop.

The elephant in the room is the primary offender of outrageously loud machines -– motorcycles! There is absolutely no reason that a machine built to propel the weight of a single human being should make so much damn noise. When I am driving alongside a motorcycle, I am barely able to hear myself think over the roar of their deliberately loud engine. This needs to end. It is not right that a single individual is allowed to disrupt the lives of everyone around them for their own ego. I don’t care if I offend die-hard bikers with these remarks. Loud motorcycle engines need to be outlawed. Period.

I don’t know what else to add to this. You get my gist. The time has come for something to be done about this noise polluting atrocity. I am surprised that this issue has not already been addressed. Transportation needs to be silenced. End of story.

Go To Hell Aunty Acid

I despise the incredibly lame Aunty Acid cartoons. My hatred has reached the point that I am writing a blog post about it. It’s been on my Hate List for some time, but I feel the need to take it a step further and reemphasize my point.

First off, I don’t understand the difference between Aunty Acid on Facebook and those old Maxine greeting cards. In my mind, they are the same person. The characters are suspiciously similar. I suppose that Maxine is supposed to be a slightly older person, but who cares. They are both dumb.

Aunty Acid is half-witted cartoon character that propagates through Facebook. The themes and captions of the cartoons are incredibly lame and downright not amusing. Only old people would find any humor in it. That said, I know a few young people who take pleasure in sharing these stupid cartoons on their timelines. One friend of mine even has the audacity to post this crap on Instagram! The horror! I find that offensive on multiple levels. If we weren’t close friends, I would delete him.

I scold my friends who share this trash. They are well aware of how much I hate it. Keep in mind that we are talking about 30-year-olds. You would think they were 90 by sharing this garbage. I think less of anyone who finds any amusement in these awful cartoons.

I have had it up to here with seeing this bullshit. I can’t take it anymore. Someone needs to write a browser plugin that removes this garbage from the Internet. I do not ever want to see another Aunty Acid cartoon again. Ever!

I’m going to add a picture to this post, as an example, so you can see what I am talking about. But believe me, it pains me greatly to post such trash on my blog.

Aunty Acid can go to hell. Whoever makes a living drawing this shit needs to find a new line of work.

Aunty Acid

Hotel Master Bedroom

I have a grand idea for the ultimate master bedroom in my future house. I think that the master bedroom should be completely self-sustaining without regard to the rest of the house.

I want the bedroom to be an exact replica of a fancy hotel room, complete with all of the features of one. A king size bed would be the centerpiece of the room, but that’s only the beginning. The room should be fitted with a bathroom, shower, and walk-in closet, naturally.

Beyond that, it should have a desk, table and chairs, a small refrigerator, microwave, and a coffee pot. It should have everything a hotel room has. I want it to look exactly like a hotel room. In fact, I even want one of those large air conditioner/heater window units that I love listening to when I’m staying in a hotel. Crank it up.

The door to the room should be thick and heavy, complete with a peephole, and all of the appropriate locks. Perhaps toss in a mock card reader, for effect.

I love staying in hotels. This bedroom would be like a home away from home, except it is at home. It would be even better than a hotel, because in my room, the TV remote wouldn’t be nailed to the nightstand.

I should be able to live in this one room without needing to use the rest of the house at all. Imagine how convenient it would be when houseguests are staying over.

If I could direct a house to be built to my specifications, I would make this a reality. Wouldn’t it be awesome? Yes. Yes, it would.

Country Music Has Become a Joke

A popular local radio station recently changed their music format to country. The station had long been among my presets on my car stereo. In the past week, country tunes began working their way in to the mix as my radio scanned through the station presets. It was startling, and horrible.

I listened to some country music when I was growing up. I am still fond of the songs that I remember hearing when I was a kid. I don’t think I can only attribute that to pure nostalgia. Country music was actually pretty good back then. Artists like Kenny Rogers, Dolly Parton, George Strait, and Randy Travis all recorded some great music. I think that their songs appealed to a broader audience than country music does today. People who didn’t care for the genre could still find something in it to like.

Today, things have changed drastically. Country music has eroded to the point of being nothing but a caricature of itself. The songs I’ve heard on the new radio station are absolutely atrocious. Each song is more ridiculous than the one before it. All of the songs sound like music parodies. The amount of twang in this music has reached a level of absurdity. The genre is wearing dangerously thin. The tired rehashed themes that have been in practically every country song since the beginning of time are now completely played out.

I truly cannot imagine how anyone can listen to this music even for a moment and take it seriously. It’s become a joke. The people who consume this garbage and support this laughingstock of a genre need to take a giant step backward and hear this music for what it really is… Pure shit.

I Love The Fall

Hooray! October is here! October is one of my favorite months of the year.

A friend of mine wrote a post on her blog about her love of fall and I crafted a detailed reply. I realized that I’d never written about the topic on my blog so I took a chunk of what I’d written and molded it into a full post of my own.

I absolutely love the fall. I live in the South, which tends to be quite hot and humid in the summer. Heat and humidity have never appealed to me. I do welcome spring when it rolls around, but in these parts spring doesn’t usually last very long. All too quickly, the heat is upon us and I am unhappy.

Before I even get in to sharing the joys of fall, let me say that I’m not a fan of the word “autumn.” It annoys me for some reason and I’ll refrain from using it.

When fall rolls around, it always puts me in a great mood. The first cool, crisp morning of the season fills me with joy. The air smells so fresh and clean, seemingly free of all insects and pollutants. I’d much rather be cold than hot. I am far better tempered throughout the day when the weather is cool outside.

Ideally, the perfect temperature would be somewhere in the upper 60s for the high and upper 40s for the overnight low. If I had to nail it down to a specific set of numbers, I would say 68/48. I would be happy to live in such a climate year-round.

One added benefit of cool weather is that I love wearing jackets and long sleeves. As a guy, a jacket provides me with extra pockets and storage. In the summer, I barely have enough pockets to carry my phone, wallet, and keys, let alone anything else. A light jacket gives me the freedom to carry extra items when I’m out and about.

Not everyone will agree with me, but I enjoy it getting dark earlier in the evening. It should never be light outside at 9 PM! Personally, I like it to start getting dark around 7 and then be completely dark by 8. In a perfect world, I’d prefer it to stay that way all year. But as the seasons come and go, we end up at the extreme ends of sunset, setting anywhere from 5 PM up through 9 PM. I don’t particularly enjoy either far end of the spectrum.

I’m glad fall has arrived. Cool weather actually came a little early for my area this year and the temps cooled down before fall officially arrived. We are actually in a warm patch this week. As I’m writing this, it is in the mid-80s outside. I’m not thrilled about that, but it will be cool again in no time. Bring it on!