HELLO KITTY WISHES YOU WEREN'T AN IDIOT!

It turns out the Bay Area may have celebrated the Fourth of July a little excessively, as today nearly everyone had communication issues. Which, if you express yourself as well as I am wont to do, is a problem. Folks, get the cotton candy out of your skull, and re-insert the brain.
Have some coffee. Take a pill.


"We want to go to the Golden Gate Bridge, and Google says to take the Number Seventy here. Should we get on this bus?"

He was pointing at a Muni Bus that goes down Van Ness, and does NOT go anywhere near the bridge.

"No, wait for the Seventy."

Of course they got on the wrong bus anyway.
Instant gratification perhaps.
It was there.

They were obediently waiting for the Seventy at the next stop, and looked shocked when it cruised right on past without stopping.

Because, of course, Golden Gate Transit only picks-up passengers from a limited number of bus-stops, by no means all of them.
It's not a city bus.

The right stops are marked by a Golden Gate Transit sign.
And clearly state the bus-numbers that stop there.


It probably took them till lunch-time to get to the bridge.

More than half of today's conversations involved people who had trouble following a line of thought. Any thought. No matter how straightforward.

Hello Kitty is weeping because of the number of dingbats.

Please stop disappointing Ms. Kitty.




I told several people the joke about the logician whose wife had given birth, who when asked "is it a boy or a girl?" answered "yes".

If this had been a quest to find intelligent life in the universe, the results would have been worse than inconclusive.

No wonder Hello Kitty is upset.

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