Keeping karma on your side
Last Wednesday night, instead of catching up with other group members or being hypnotized by Scarlet layout like usual, I sat on Florence Street, in front of my apartment, fruitlessly trying to start my car. I knew I would stay up most of the night finishing the newspaper, and had to leave for work first thing in the morning, so it was now or never.
I was parked nose first in the driveway, so jumper cables wouldn’t reach, but when recharging the battery with a long extension cord proved useless, my friend Joe and I decided to put the car in neutral and roll it onto the street to position it for a jump. Turns out there is a small dip at the bottom of the driveway apron that we couldn’t see in the dark. My car ended up halfway across Florence Street, Joe pushing with all his might from the back, and me trying to steer, push, and look for traffic, and not get my foot run over all at the same time. In the middle of this catastrophe, a shiny new BMW came barreling down the street at about 50 mph, which we all know is absurdly fast for the bumpy, congested, pedestrian trap that is Florence Street. He either did not notice Joe in the road behind my car or did not care, because the car didn’t slow down at all and Joe literally had to leap out of the way to avoid being hit, and the driver came dangerously close to colliding with my vehicle. And as he sped away, going straight through the stop sign on the corner of Florence and Maywood, he screamed out the window “it’s not my f*cking fault your crappy car died.” Continue reading
by Ashley Klann
I hate flying home for the holidays. The ends justifies the means, so I do it, but the whole process of getting to the airport, being practically strip-searched in front of strangers, and having to hold a jumping jack pose while being electronically scanned is just ridiculous. I feel like it probably couldn’t get much worse.
When I finally get through that headache and am sitting in Logan’s kind of crappy terminals complete with hotel reject carpeting and linked chairs reeking of hospital waiting rooms, I take the free Wi-Fi gladly. I can waste some time on Facebook, keep mom up to date with my safe traveling, and see how much warmer it’s going to be when I’m home, and finally in the door.
This season, however, BMW wanted to make my life a little more ridiculous. Boston Logan, an airport that always prides itself on its free Wi-Fi for guests, now has BMW introducing the service. On their login page, the option for free Wi-Fi is only available if you take a survey or watch a video. Granted, I did write this in the meantime, so I wasn’t so subjected, but c’mon… Now, not only do I have advertisements blasting in my ear, on TVs and the intercom, but also on my own computer when I’m trying to get your free Wi-Fi? Enough already!
By Emily Newton
Who doesn’t want to get a crab out of a vending machine? Luckily, residents in Nanjing, China are able to buy live crabs at their leisure because vending machines are kept at 41 degrees Fahrenheit.
This temperature makes the crabs sleepy but doesn’t quite kill them. If it turns out you get a dead crab, the vending machine company will give you three free live crabs. The crabs range in price from $1.50 to $7.50 depending on their size.
Million Dollar Buy
Most vending machine purchases are a couple of dollars. The Miami Beach vending machine, however, sells items that cost up to one million dollars. Some items being sold include a yacht trip, a penthouse condominium, a Bentley, and a BMW motorcycle. Continue reading