The Problems with Living in Pittsburgh
Posted on: 1 June 2014 /
Categories: Personal History, Self
Here’s the short version: the roads, the weather, and the blue-collar mentality. That doesn’t sound so bad, right? Everywhere’s got at least three problems…
Long version:
As ever, I know that once I move, I’m going to eventually start thinking about how much easier life would be if I were only back in Pittsburgh. Preemptively countering that inevitability, I present this list of reality-checking realities.
- Winter, in particular: snow-melt-freeze, snow-melt-freeze.
- Perpetual gloom.
- The mail system, in particular:
- My neighborhood mail carriers who:
- Kept trying to deliver mail to me that was intended for people living on McIlhenny (a block away) because they, I don’t know, can’t read good.
- Mangled my mailbox and pulled it halfway off the house by trying to jam an Amazon box that didn’t fit into it into it.
- Would not, under (apparently) any circumstances, take outgoing mail that I left in my box.
- The Oakland Post Office that on multiple occasions found (unstated) reasons not to deliver rent checks I cut for ward members.
- My neighborhood mail carriers who:
- Service sector employees.
- The Shop and Save cashier who scolded me for not telling her I was going to ask for change back before she went and emptied her till at the front desk.
- The Andy Warhol Museum employees staring daggers when we had the audacity to still be there two minutes after closing.
- Neighborhood dogs.
- The neighbors diagonal from my house that couldn’t not be loud.
- The after-market made-to-sound-broken muffler on the kid’s ’97 Accord.
- The vulgar shouting matches.
- And, well, their dogs in particular.
- I’m sure they’re nice people on their day.
- Casual racism.
- “We couldn’t send our kids to the public schools because of the blacks.”
- In post office line moving slowly, with a Chinese couple taking a long time completing their transaction: “They shouldn’t even be in this country.”
- Pot holes everywhere.
- Walking from the church parking lot to the business school building in the rain/sleet/snow/wind/oppressive heat/oppressive humidity.
- Motor vehicle denialism is alive and well at Pitt.
- City buses running red lights and traveling the wrong direction on Fifth Avenue.
- Driving from my house to anywhere, really. Especially:
- Squirrel Hill
- South Hills
- The 376.
- Inexplicable traffic:
- On the 376 going through Robinson.
- Trying to get to the 376 from campus (Bates Street backed up for 45 minutes).
- Going through any tunnel.
- The inability of the cashier at the Duquesne Incline to give change. Especially when the price went to $2.15 and the change machine only gave out quarters.
- Difficulty in finding non-oily construction contractors.
- Second Ward.
- No laughter during Elders Quorum.
- The tsunami in Japan was God’s punishment for their sins.
- Everything rusts.
- The sidewalk from the down-in-the-hole parking lots from which Pitt cleared the snow and ice from only a part.
- Pot holes!
- Regressive property taxes. Actually regressive.
It’s been a few years. I can publish this now.
bkd