by Carolynquinn

The Outrageous Flaw in the New York City OMNY Cards System


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I’ve been using OMNY Cards for the past four years now and I’ve had no complaints about them whatsoever.

Until today.

OMNY Cards, for anyone outside of New York City who isn’t in the know, are used by New Yorkers to pay to ride the buses and subways. They’re sort of like credit cards. You tap them at the kiosks on public transportation, they deduct the fare from your prepaid account, and away you go. You can arrange for additional funds to be put on your OMNY account once it runs low. It’s been a pretty good system.

However, I just moved to a western state and left New York after 39 years. I went online to cancel my OMNY account.

I found out that I have over fifty bucks worth of unused funds on there, so I contacted OMNY support to get a refund.

Well, get this! OMNY does not give refunds. If you have additional moolah sitting in your account, and then move away, they will not give it back! I was told to either save it in case I return to New York for a visit or give it to a friend, but OMNY has a “no refund policy.”

I’ll be giving it to a friend, but come on, OMNY! This policy of yours is ridiculous!

by Carolynquinn

Say Not the Struggle Nought Availeth


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Just wanted to share this “oldie but goodie” of a poem because it’s one of my favorites. If something you’re waiting for seems to take a little too long to arrive, who knows? Perhaps it’s already on the way!

Say not the Struggle nought Availeth

By Arthur Hugh Clough

Say not the struggle nought availeth,

     The labour and the wounds are vain,

The enemy faints not, nor faileth,

     And as things have been they remain.

If hopes were dupes, fears may be liars;

     It may be, in yon smoke concealed,

Your comrades chase e’en now the fliers,

     And, but for you, possess the field.

For while the tired waves, vainly breaking

     Seem here no painful inch to gain,

Far back through creeks and inlets making,

     Comes silent, flooding in, the main.

And not by eastern windows only,

     When daylight comes, comes in the light,

In front the sun climbs slow, how slowly,

     But westward, look, the land is bright.