It’s Zipcar! It’s a Gas, Gas, Gas!

Zipcar has always paid for all the gas members use – out of the money we pay to drive the cars, of course.  This way nobody gets caught with the “hot potato” of an empty gas tank.  Everybody pays the same amount for the car, and once in a while you have to take a few minutes to swing into a gas station.  Most of the cars I’ve reserved have had nearly full tanks.

This morning, Zipcar announced in an e-mail to Boston-area members (maybe all members) that they have a new procedure for pumping gas.  “There isn’t a whole lot we can do to make filling the tank more fun,” they wrote, “but we can make it easier.”  Here’s how it worked before:

In the driver’s visor was a gas card with a label on the front with the “Driver ID” number – the same number on every card in every car in the city.  You’d use this just like a credit card at the pump, but then you’d have to enter the odometer (which you would invariably have forgotten to check before getting out) and then the Driver ID number.

Here’s the new, “easier” system: There’s still a gas card.  You still enter the odometer.  You still enter a Driver ID number.  Now, though, the Driver ID is your own personal membership number – the number printed on the front of your Zipcard.

This is a horrible idea!  It’s certainly no easier than using the shared Driver ID, and it’s much more inconvenient.  There’s no other reason for me to know my Zipcard number.  It was assigned arbitrarily when I joined, and I haven’t used it since.  You don’t need it to reserve cars, and unless you call Zipcar on the phone (which you’d do only in unusual circumstances) nobody will ever ask you for it.  Until now.  Now, whenever I get gas I’ll have to pull the Zipcard out of my wallet.

Making this worse, the Zipcard is an RFID card, so it’s hidden in the deepest recesses of my wallet alongside my CharlieCard – two items I’ve never removed.  To use a car, I just hold my wallet up to the windshield.  Admittedly I can’t be sure how many Zipcar members know they can do this, but I can infer from how many T passengers do.  Watch a line of people boarding a train and you’ll see at least half of them (probably closer to 70%) hold their wallets or change purses directly up to the sensor.  The only people who regularly remove their CharlieCard and tap it directly are those with large purses where the card is buried somewhere inside.

(I did once see a pack of tourists standing at a fare gate trying to figure out which side of the card the sensor needs to “see,” but those are tourists.  They also think B and D trains go to Lechmere.  Ha!  Fools!)

I know, really this is at worst a minor inconvenience.  Surely Zipcar’s real motivation was that this scheme makes their administrative processing easier, and I support that.  My objection is that they announced they were making it “easier” for us, as though Zipcar members are so stupid we’d never notice the scheme they implemented is, if anything, harder.  You have a lot of good policies, Zipcar, but this one was poorly executed.

P.S.  Stop addressing me solely by my last name.  It makes me feel like I’m in a high school gym class.  “Hi Jones.  Jones, I want to see more hustle!”  If you don’t know my first name, “Dear Sir” would be preferable.

P.P.S.  Get some Civic hybrids around here, will ya?

How Did We Get Here Again?

It’s absolutely fascinating to watch Steve Jobs deliver the 2001 keynote speech introducing the iPod for the first time.

In structure it’s the same as the modern-day keynotes (and yes, we have to contrast 2001 with “modern day”) but the audience is smaller and more subdued, and even Jobs’ own enthusiasm is lower.  He’s reviewing a marketing analysis for shareholders, not announcing a new product to the world.

You can almost tell that even Apple itself had no idea how far the iPod would really take them.

The Asterisk of Complete Negation

“Back Stage Tour*”

How exciting!  A back stage tour!  I wonder what that little star refers to.

“* for insurance reasons the tour does not go back stage.”

Wait, I’m sorry, what?

I’m certain there’s a Simpsons line to this effect, but I can’t think of the precise wording.

See You Later, Alligator

Dear Frontier Airlines,

I do not believe you are using the word “lowest” correctly.

$219.00  
lowest fare
5 seats left
at this price
$189.00  
 
1 seat left
at this price

Don’t worry. All elementary school students have difficulty with this concept at first.  One of my own elementary school teachers – I vaguely recall it being Mrs. Magliolo in the fifth grade – taught us a helpful mnemonic device.  The little alligator is very hungry and always wants to eat the bigger number, so 219 > 189 because 219 is a bigger number than 189 is.

With a little practice I’m confident you’ll be able to master this.  Don’t give up!

Sincerely,
Your Most (or is it Least?) Loyal Customer

What Does rm -rf ~/* Do Again?

The following command reports the number of files in the 2006 directory, including files in all subdirectories:

find 2006 -type f | wc -l

The following command deletes all the files in the 2006 directory, including files in all subdirectories:

find 2006 -type f | xargs rm

When both commands are in your bash history (left over from when you moved the 2005 directory), you should probably be careful before hastily executing one.

The Waiter

From a 2004 post on Waiter Rant:

“Whadyya mean it’s not available?” the man practically screams

“The table has already been reserved. I’m sorry.”

“Well move them and give it to me.” the prick says huffily.

“I cannot do that sir. Perhaps you would like a reservation at ten o’clock. That’s the next available opening.”

“Put the owner on the phone right now.” the man yells.

“Listen I am a good friend of Flavio. Put him on the phone.”

The owner’s name is Fluvio. Some friend.

The author has a book coming out July 29th.

Independence Means the Freedom to Blow Things Up

I love a fireworks display that’s so intense I can literally feel my walls shaking 4.5 miles away.

This is why the woman sitting next to us at the Pops the other night explained, after we prompted her (by saying absolutely nothing and never once looking in her direction) that she comes to Boston every year.  She passes up New York City’s fireworks, which Wikipedia says are the largest in the world (and why would it lie!) just to camp out on the Esplanade and watch Keith Lockhart.

It Was Like a 23109 of the Mind

I’m not sure which should be more surprising: that I showed up to work this morning in the back of a police cruiser or that I was disappointed none of my coworkers were around to witness it.

(I may have given a demo for the police first thing this morning and then accepted a ride back to the office.  At least, that’s the story I’ll be telling.)