The 'party-hearty' white Chads: Destroy the planter box in a fit of boyish exuberance. Overturn a garbage can. Scream. Then all five pile into an Uber, because North Beach awaits.
The threesome: Argue and curse each other all the way from Larkin to Polk. It's only one block, but by the time they got down there, the entire street knew more about them than their parents.
Oh, and he loves her.
The delightful young couple: Seriously, eloquently, and intelligently discussing in great detail why this was not the right time.
They were still doing so an hour later.
So well-behaved!
On the way home there was a brawl on Polk Street.
I looked back once I got to the corner.
==========================================================================
NOTE: Readers may contact me directly:
LETTER BOX.
All correspondence will be kept in confidence.
==========================================================================
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
IT WAS A GREAT VICTORY
Today is the San Francisco Marathon. Sorry, I am not participating. The whole concept of running twenty six miles, even without bronze armou...
No comments:
Post a Comment