What a crazy Saturday afternoon I had. Two clients, then a trip to Chipotle - where I had to have my tacos despite my ongoing tomato protest. Then I headed to the gym, but the overly long hour on the bus home is what was so interesting. As I was waiting for the bus, a guy in his twenties walked by with a leather jacket on with "Satan" embroidered on the left chest pocket. Now, first, I don't know who would want to take on that name, but more importantly, I thought to myself "What DOES Satan do on a sunny Saturday afternoon in San Francisco?". So, I watched him walk. Now, I'll tell you now, Satan was relatively attractive but very awkward. He walked like he either had something up his butt or had been riding a horse bareback for weeks.
More importantly, he walked right by a Starbuck's and went into Peet's. Now, I'm not sure what Satan prefers to drink as my bus arrived at this moment. But know that unless you want to support Satan's minions and causes, only drink Starbucks (or better yet, independent coffeeshops).
Well, the bus was packed and as we drove through Chinatown, I was seated in the back of the bus (because I'm just that cool). Then up near the center door of the bus, there was all this commotion. I took my earphones out to see what was going on. All these short little Chinese folks were yelling at this couple who had just gotten on. Apparently, they were accusing them of stealing an elderly woman's wallet as she had exited the bus. One little woman just kept yelling "Call the Police! Call the Police!". The muni driver was no help, mind you, which isn't a huge surprise. Anyway, like 10 men descended on the couple and started opening their bags, reaching in their pockets, etc. And sure enough, out came the wallet. Of course the couple continued to deny that they had taken it even after it was revealed. Then, everyone wouldn't close the door until they threw them off the bus. Now, that's a community taking care of itself :-)
Finally, we went by the North Beach Festival on my way home and the bus became full again with all these drunk yuppy revelers. One of them had a "Trust Me, I'm a Doctor" shirt on, so I asked him about the recurrence of my "itchy foot" issue, but he just stared blankly at me with his bloodshot eyes. Oh well, guess he's not part of my HMO network. Boy, I love Muni
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Wow, and I thought we had a wild bus ride when I visited you way back when. The only thing that happened that time though was some crazy guy got mad that someone left a newspaper on the floor and wouldn't stop yelling..
1. So that's what happened to my monogramed jacket!!!
2. Let's be honest and logical here... I cannot imagine how Starbucks is not somehow related to Satan. It is just too evil to not have a store located on every corner in Hell...
3. you still have the "itchy foot" issue and no idea what it's from??? It's been about a decade now... maybe it's psychosomatic - or better yet, maybe it only itches when you are in the presence of evil... which would explain why it always itched when i was around... hmmm, i think i may be on to something here... and i'm not a dr., nor have i played one on tv... i don't even own a "Trust Me, I'm a Doctor" T-shirt
itchy foot did depart for a while, but it's making it's return. Maybe it's seasonal. :-)
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