Wednesday afternoon I looked out the window at work and saw these
being put up:
This was 6 November, mind; people are still coming down from their
Halloween sugar high, and Boston Properties is putting up Christmas decorations,
right in the heart (or possibly the kidney) of the People’s Republic.
This abomination is at the faux urban construct known as Reston
Town Center, a collection of butt-ugly high-rises anchored by a rotating stream
of chain shops and restaurants. The rotation has been given a kick in the pants
by BP imposing parking fees in a scheme involving byzantine and confusing
divisions of garages and initially-mandated use of a parking app that demands
access to your contacts, videos, photos and more on your mobile phone. (I had
to download the app when I came for my interview back in August; I deleted it
immediately afterward.) When BP combined the throttling of customers who
refused to pay to park for goods and services they can get at any other mall
with raising rents for retail space, well…
Anyhow, given that utterly ersatz ambience that pervades the
place, I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised that they couldn’t wait to start
slapping up the holiday reminders.
They haven’t lighted them yet, but I’m still outraged.
BREAKING:
When I walked in this morning (at 0530; don’t ask), the canes were gone. Dunno
the back story on that. But I’m still outraged.
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