RantWoman chatted by phone misdialing accident tonight with a friend. This friend complained of his experience recently with the Trip Planner. Friend reports that he ran the Trip Planner 3 different times at different dates but with, so he says, the same parameters as far as date of travel, start and end destination, desired arrival time, etc. These three different queries yielded results involving 9 different bus routes. An accident of misplaced paper meant that this friend also called for help from live humans and got referred to still more bus routes. This last improved on the former in that the last inquiry referred to only two buses instead of 3 between point of departure and destination.
RantWoman has figured out one thing bugging her about tagging her ORCA card at both ends of trips on Light Rail! At all the stations RantWoman has visited since adapting to new realities, there are ORCA card readers in locations it is obvious to pass by as one gets ONTO the train, but people who need to tag their cards when they get off have to look around and cut across streams of traffic and backtrack. How much nicer it would be if there were ORCA readers in the traffic patterns for usual traffic getting off the trains!
RantWoman is crabby with someone in her faith community. Some of our membership are too elderly and ill to get to Sunday activities without help. The person RantWoman is crabby with thinks someone should offer this person a ride, and this despite the fact that exactly no one to RantWoman's knowledge lives close or even on a reasonable driving route. RantWoman further notes that members of our community pay lots of taxes exactly so that there is paratransit to do things like fetch valued members of our community to Sunday services. RantWoman can perfectly well tell from hearing many people's stories that ACCESS can be a pain in the neck many ways for many different reasons, and RantWoman has accumulated some tips for effective interaction. However, RantWoman thinks her friend should be realistic and also darn grateful because, for instance, RantWoman is in no condition to fetch this person herself!
RantWoman's final delight: 25 cents worth of brilliant personal illumination dispensed from one of those toy in a plastic bubble vending machines at Red Apple, a light up pinkie ring. RantWoman supposes the toy has some other fancier title. RantWoman also supposes that for a kid it might not be just a pinkie ring, but that's what it is for RantWoman, and RantWoman loves it. RantWoman put it on her pinkie and turned it on and presto, enhanced personal visibility, a subject which ALWAYS makes RantWoman giddy!
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