Seen at a square in Costa Rica.
There was a KFC nearby. And a Burger King. And a McDonalds, and pizza something or other. It was like the square of the Ugly American.
And there was Mr. Pigeon.
Picking clean the carcasses of his brethren.
Gross.
Rather than purchasing a ticket to ride the single fare stinking muni, one must feed quarters and only quarters to the ticket gate. Every stupid time.
And, sometimes at night, some gates don’t accept quarters at all and the slots close up. Â This forces you to walk for 5 minutes, hoping your train is late (which, you know, it probably is, but still!) to an alternate gate where a surly American sits, supervising your coin deposition.
I feel like we’re competing with Moscow for unfriendliness points here.
On buses, you can pay the driver (no change, of course), but the metro is too smart for that. They gots automation. Automation which only accepts coins, and depends on competing transportation companies for change machines. Â A parasitic relationship, I think, is the official term.
This sort of idiocy makes me want to fire the entire department of transportation. Â All they do for me is cause parking tickets. Retards. Â Can’t even collect money right.
And of course, there’s no phone reception in the stations.
And two car trains? Â One car trains? What is this, disneyland?!
Actually, I’m pretty sure Disneyland does much better. Â Maybe I’ll move there.
Speaking of moving…right now I’m in Costa Rica (I hope). Â No trains. Â Just expectedly unreliable buses. And mud. Â But see, they don’t PRETEND to be a world leader. Â Their economy can crash, and I’m pretty sure most stock markets would be okay.
Sigh. Â Guess not everywhere can have transit like Tokyo.
A pet peeve of mine.
Alas, as I sit on the 12:30 am flight to San Jose, CR (sjo not sjc,) the two gents to my left have clearly had hamburgers for dinner.
Perhaps Burger king.
Certainly with ketchup.
And I have to deal with whatever morning breath this turns into too.
O, woe.