I received an “important questionnaire” today from Blue Cross Blue Shield of Massachusetts. The return address on the letterhead is a P.O. Box in Oaks, Pennsylvania. The destination address printed on the reply envelope is a different P.O. Box in Omaha, Nebraska.
Am I the only one who thinks this is a little weird for a company whose name ends in “of Massachusetts?”
At the very least, they should offer some explanation.
The low-slung, decaying Boylston Street building which houses,
among other things, the Berklee Books + Music store has been
getting some much-needed remodeling recently. But I was a little
disappointed by the appearance yesterday of a garish,
one-story-high saxophone sculpture bolted between the windows over
Unfortunately for the bookstore, the space above is low-rent
student housing. Pasted in the window beside the saxophone is a
large hand-lettered poster which reads:
WANTED: 15 FOOT TALL BASSIST + DRUMMER FOR GIGANTIC
A couple of days ago, a representative of the transit authority
handed me a survey. I am happy to provide any feedback that
improves train service, so I promptly filled it out. But imagine my
surprise when, after being forced to identify my age, profession,
income, race, and non-Hispanic status with multiple-choice
checkboxes, they left another key question open to, um, greater
What is your gender (example: male, female)?
A simple lazy error or a anti-discriminatory concession to
I finally got to shake hands with Jim—the bald,
mustachioed co-owner of El Pelón Taqueria—at a
neighborhood meeting tonight. He wants everyone to know that the
restaurant is committed to re-opening in the same location as soon
as possible. And while that may mean waiting until 2010, he assured
me that my fully-punched frequent burrito card will still be
As we were talking, I realized that he is the face on the front
of my t-shirt. How weird is that?
An era of wrong-number phone calls draws to an unlikely end.
MAN: Yes, hello, do you know a Mr. Kingsley [redacted]?
ME: No, I’m afraid you have the wrong number.
MAN: Is this [repeats my phone number]?
ME: Yes it is, but I’ve had this number for over two years. A lot of people call looking for this Kingsley guy. Mostly creditors. Does he owe you money too?
MAN: This is the police department. I’m looking for a relative.
ME: Oh. Sorry, I’m afraid I can’t help.
MAN: Thank you for your time.