Saturday, April 10, 2004
Reading Terminal: Philly shoots itself in the foot yet again
So I'm blogging away, enjoying the Reading Terminal's new WiFi facility—and recharging my battery.
And a security guard walks up, and tells me I can't be plugged into the wall.
"Why?" I ask.
"Because it's wireless."
"That doesn't apply to the wire running into the wall! Can I talk to your supervisor?"
And so the supervisor comes over.
"Why can't I plug my computer into the wall?" I ask.
"Because you aren't paying for the electricity."
"Can I give you a quarter?"
"It's a policy."
"It's a stupid policy. I'm not going to spend my money here if I can't do this. Why did you get the WiFi installed? Can I talk to the marketing director?"
"I'm the marketing director. I'm the head of security."
Well. In some ways, no big thing. The security people were perfectly good humored and courteous. But it's still a stupid policy. I could be writing a laudatory posting about the Reading Terminal Market, just like I did last Saturday, hoped to this Saturday, and for many Saturdays to come, and instead I'm writing this.
Sheesh. Looks like I need to write to info@readingterminalmarket.org, attention "Kelly Novak," about how stupid this policy is. Readers, especially if you're from Philly, please feel free to write too.
And a security guard walks up, and tells me I can't be plugged into the wall.
"Why?" I ask.
"Because it's wireless."
"That doesn't apply to the wire running into the wall! Can I talk to your supervisor?"
And so the supervisor comes over.
"Why can't I plug my computer into the wall?" I ask.
"Because you aren't paying for the electricity."
"Can I give you a quarter?"
"It's a policy."
"It's a stupid policy. I'm not going to spend my money here if I can't do this. Why did you get the WiFi installed? Can I talk to the marketing director?"
"I'm the marketing director. I'm the head of security."
Well. In some ways, no big thing. The security people were perfectly good humored and courteous. But it's still a stupid policy. I could be writing a laudatory posting about the Reading Terminal Market, just like I did last Saturday, hoped to this Saturday, and for many Saturdays to come, and instead I'm writing this.
Sheesh. Looks like I need to write to info@readingterminalmarket.org, attention "Kelly Novak," about how stupid this policy is. Readers, especially if you're from Philly, please feel free to write too.
