IN WHICH I COMPLAIN

You've probably seen Bay Watch, a teevee series in which lifeguards run slo-mo into the surf on sunny days and perform acts of derring-do, solving crimes and stuff. It was filmed during the later seasons in California, I believe. Yesterday was not like that. And it was never set here in any case. On the other hand, that scene where Luke Skywalker slices open the tauntaun for the heat inside was done here, in the Tenderloin during early April.
It was bitterly cold yesterday.

If writing angry letters to the editor blaming my generation or the Republican Party for climate change had any hope of achieving anything, yesterday was surely the day to do it. I didn't.

Last night it got down to forty two degrees Fahrenheit (5°C).

Elderly people of all ages froze their testicles off.
There was weeping and wailing
And gnashing of teeth.

Good thing I'm not old.

Having seen that rain was imminent, I headed over to the chachanteng anyhow. It was unsurprisingly uncrowded. Two customers I know (one of whom was enjoying toast), and a table full of shivering Mandarin speaking young people. Folks, if you want to not shiver, perhaps don't sit near the door? That's for European tourists wearing tee-shirts and shorts because they're visiting California and have seen Bay Watch. Normal people occupy tables as far way from there as possible. There is warm air coming from the kitchen. One can see that by the swirling of steam, and the fact that there are no icicles anywhere near there.

Lunch and hot beverages were extremely enjoyable.
The pipe smoked afterwards far less so.
It's angry letter time.



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