In an effort to blog a little more consistently, I’m going to blog about whatever is going on with me once a week, or every few days, or at least more than once a year. These blog posts won’t be the greatest literary pieces or anything, but they’ll be something to hopefully get me writing more again. I’m so busy with work and grad school that I’m afraid I won’t write if I don’t at least blog. I’m not sure what to call this, so it probably won’t have a series title, either. I hear that’s not good for SEO anyways. So this week, I couldn’t ride my bicycle through a drive-through during a pandemic, I found a lost uncle named Ralph, and thought I was in the middle of a national emergency outside of my apartment for about 10 minutes.
You Still Can’t Go Through A Drive-Through On A Bicycle During A Pandemic In A City
The first thing that comes to mind to talk about was the most recent thing that happened. I wanted to do some Uber Eats deliveries on my bicycle so that I could make some coffee money. It had been over a year since I’d delivered an order on my bicycle. I received an order for a Taco Bell delivery. Taco Bell has the lobby closed due to COVID19. That’s completely understandable. However, they still continue to have a policy that doesn’t allow cyclists to go through the drive-through. They weren’t prepared for the idea of a cyclist picking up an Uber Eats order, even though Louisville is the largest metropolitan area in the state of Kentucky.
These tweets represent my thoughts on the subject of drive-through windows and banning bicycles. The policy discriminates against people with disabilities, low-income households, and other communities that low-income disproportionately affects. Taco Bell is not the only fast food chain that does this; McDonalds and other fast food chains also have similar policies. It’s time to stop the madness and let people on bicycles pick up a drive-through order during a pandemic.
I Found A Long-Lost Uncle In A Painting At The Speed Art Museum
Okay, so I don’t really know if I’m related to him or not, but we have the same last name and we both have, well, a face.
Meet Uncle Ralph of Wicklow, 1726-1786 ish (I think.) I forgot to write down who painted the portrait, which is super awful of me. (Update: actually the painting was painted by Pompeo Batoni.) Anyway, red is my favorite color, too. I will now refer to him as Uncle Ralph. If I ever get rich, I’ll commission someone to do a replica and hang it over the fireplace. I’d have also loved to get Uncle Ralph’s opinion on bicycles going through the drive-through during a pandemic.
An EMT stood outside my door and yelled “National Emergency”
That’s what I heard, “national emergency”. Or at least that’s what I thought I heard. After it was all said and done, I think what he might’ve said was “actual emergency”. These walls are pretty thin but I guess they are still walls. It was a light show for a while. I’m still really not even sure what happened. There was a guy with a stretcher outside my door, and there was a guy in a car on the other side of the street talking out of his car window. The EMT stood next to my door with the stretcher for about 10-15 minutes and then everyone left, without putting anyone on the stretcher.
And that was my week. How is your week going? Are you doing anything exciting? Did you by any chance try to go through a drive-through on a bicycle during a pandemic? Comment below and let me know what you’re up to. I’m stuck in my apartment all weekend working on a paper.