Fifteen

Something I meant to write about during yesterday’s entry….

Discussion with one of my best friends about use of the restaurant delivery apps.

Yes, the restaurant delivery services sorta fuck restaurants. 
BUT
Isn’t the restaurant agreeing to those terms by offering its food there?
They can choose to not participate if they don’t like the terms….
Yeah, it’d be better to find some way to spare the restaurant that cost, but they agreed to it. 

I’m really not sure what to think or say about it. These costs aren’t implemented by force; the restaurants agree to pay them to sell that way.

On the other side, governments are placing arbitrary limits on what these companies can charge.

If the restaurants lobbied for those caps, they’re the ones violating the nonaggression principle.

He did finally get back to me, and said that it’s kind of a one-way transaction. The delivery services set up services for a restaurant whether or not the restaurant had sought, or agreed to, the plan participation.

Then there’s little that can be done for dispute resolution, because of the credit card companies involved.

I haven’t been paying all that close attention to what the CC companies are doing. I had kind of barely kept track, after hearing what they were doing to the evil gun companies, but really wasn’t tracking all that closely.

In a society that’s practically cashless now, it disturbs me that companies can just refuse service to other companies based on whatever whim they’ve chosen.

Imagine, if you will, a situation where people convicted of crimes weren’t allowed to even have cash…..?

Halfway finished. What’s gone right, what could be better?

I don’t know. I’ve been pretty good about making sure that things get done. I’ve probably short-armed a few entries, sure, but I have written a few things about which I can be proud.

Obviously my scarred brain has been working overtime.

I worry about things that may not affect me that directly, while failing to notice other things.

The MTA on ^H was down for just over two weeks. Oops.

Not that anybody is reading or commuting here, anyway.

But I’m going to be on the downslope of the month, so there’s that.

In previous periods, I would have been very relieved that I was more than halfway through. Now, however, it’s just another thing that I need to do for….

Lockdown world. Nothing to look forward to. Things happen, but nothing memorable.