{"id":737,"date":"2010-09-04T18:48:00","date_gmt":"2010-09-04T18:48:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thunderofwade.com\/blog\/2010\/09\/04\/2-miles-signed-chicken-say-my-name\/"},"modified":"2010-09-04T18:48:00","modified_gmt":"2010-09-04T18:48:00","slug":"2-miles-signed-chicken-say-my-name","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thunderofwade.com\/blog\/2010\/09\/04\/2-miles-signed-chicken-say-my-name\/","title":{"rendered":"2 miles, signed, chicken, say my name"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I swam 3\/4 of a mile yesterday and this morning I headed back to the pool.  I planned on doing at least 3 miles, but the lanes were set up the &#8220;long way&#8221; &#8211; and I got worn out and only did 2 miles.   It was also a little weird &#8211; there was no one else in the pool.  Just me and the lifeguard.  <\/p>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>She was bored &#8211; obviously.  It&#8217;s not like I was going to drown, so she just paced slowly up and down the length of the pool with me.  It was kind of nice, actually.    When I finished up my swim, I walked over to her and thanked her for watching out for me.  I told it must have been pretty boring, but it was appreciated.   She smiled and said it was no problem.   Might have been the first time anyone thanked her for being a lifeguard.  <\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>Not that I really needed a lifeguard &#8211; but they wouldn&#8217;t have opened the pool if they didn&#8217;t have the staff.  So, I guess I did need her there.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>I&#8217;m a little disappointed that I didn&#8217;t do more -but I still have pushups to do this afternoon and my shoulders were starting to hurt.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>I went over to Borders after the swim and found a couple of books that looked good.   I stood in line for a while &#8211; longer than I should have had to.   The problem was a woman who hadn&#8217;t signed her credit card.    The clerk rightly asked for ID, which the woman didn&#8217;t have.  So, we all had to wait for her to go out to her car and get her purse and get her ID.    <\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div><stand><\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>You know what, people?  It says right on the back of the damn card that you need to sign it.  Period.   If you don&#8217;t sign it, they don&#8217;t have to accept it.  Also period.     For those that think &#8211; &#8220;well, what if my card gets stolen?&#8221;   &#8211; well, then the thief can then sign your name however they want and then go on their way.  It&#8217;s actually worse because they won&#8217;t have to worry about matching a signature.    Also?  The post office won&#8217;t accept your card unless you sign it.  Do you really want to go up against the post office?  Do you know where they got the phrase &#8216;postal&#8217;?    Sign your damn card and get out of my way.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div><\/stand on soapbox><\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>Afterwards, I headed over to Chik-filet.   (sp?)   They have good chicken sandwiches there and I have two stories to relate.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>1. I went there a few weeks ago and the line was so long I didn&#8217;t want to fight for a special order to not have pickles.   So, I just rolled with the standard  bun-pickle-chicken-bun order and discovered &#8211; to my surprise &#8211; that I like dill pickles.   Weird.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>2. This time, they asked me for my name as I placed my order.  When they brought the food over to me, they called me by name and thanked me for coming in today.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>Now, my bank does this same thing too and it vaguely annoys me.  (actually Borders did this as well today.)  These people don&#8217;t really know me.  We aren&#8217;t friends.    The bank (and borders) is just reading my name off the screen after I swipe my card and Chik-filet only knew my name because I told it to them 45 seconds before that and they typed it onto a screen.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>I guess they are trying to form some kind of relationship with me &#8211; trying to reinforce customer loyalty or something.   But the name doesn&#8217;t do it.   Having the books I want  &#8211; and short lines &#8211; will bring me back to borders.  Having good chicken sandwiches will bring me back to Chik-filet.  Having a nearby location and reasonable fees will bring me back to my bank.   Having strangers say my name won&#8217;t do it.   Heck, I think I had a better rapport with the lifeguard and without my glasses I couldn&#8217;t even really see her &#8211; and I sure don&#8217;t know her name.<\/div>\n<div><\/div>\n<div>Hmmm&#8230; lot of time of soapboxes today.   Better get back to the real world.<\/div>\n<div class=\"blogger-post-footer\"><img width='1' height='1' src='https:\/\/blogger.googleusercontent.com\/tracker\/6913097901389264887-4499708685256636977?l=thunderofwade.blogspot.com' alt='' \/><\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I swam 3\/4 of a mile yesterday and this morning I headed back to the pool. I planned on doing at least 3 miles, but the lanes were set up the &#8220;long way&#8221; &#8211; and I got worn out and only did 2 miles. 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