Friday 2/29

Location: Chester
Weather: Sunny, upper 30s
Music: WMMR



First things first: I was a little worried about Foobruary coming to a quiet end, but thankfully "The Pretender" was in full swing as I started the car.

The trip down PA-320 to Chester involves a couple of funky lane decisions. In one spot, you have to stay to the right to avoid getting behind left-turning traffic but in another you have to stay left to avoid a right-turn-only lane. Actually, at least one of those must be wrong since I definitely had to floor it coming out of a red light to avoid ending up on 95 south. Fortunately, the Escort actually dwarfed the car in other lane.

I'm also still not sure how 320 eventually makes it down to US-13, since I mistakenly stayed on it by making a left turn into the heart of Widener's campus instead of going two more blocks straight ahead to the correct cross street...damn youngun's are so arrogant, crossing the street like they do...encountered a bunch of confusing one-way signs while trying to drive around the block, but fortunately nobody else was on the road.

I wonder if one of the upsides of Chester's population decline is that there are always plenty of places to park. I've been to residential areas twice now and never had any problem.

Spent about an hour at Tina Johnson's banging my head against the Dreamweaver/FTP/whatever wall, trying to update the chestercoop.com website but only getting blank pages. She spent most of that time on the phone with Verizon first getting her $76 phone bill cut down and then unsuccessfully trying to figure out how she got billed for that in the first place. I can't decide if I'd rather get screwed over unknowing or have to deal with the problem of talking myself into being a jerk to come customer service representative.

After giving up, I said a little bit about yesterday's meeting with Ann, which brought an a long rant about the Common Market, people who worry exclusively about farmers, problems with distribution center location, and the like. I guess it's easy to be a "good listener" when the talker just wants to spout off for a while, but I still a little relieved to finally be out the door. The more you hear and learn, the more obligated you are to find answers, but at the same time every sentence made the possibility of working within "the system" less and less likely.

The trip home was uneventful. I left the car on College Ave, but not before confusing the car behind me, which stopped instead of going around while I parallel parked. It's good to know that I'm not the only the one who does stuff like that.