WELCOME, STRANGERS, PLEASE LEAVE

One of the best descriptions I ever came up with is "a bunch of snobby, snotty, blinkered, intolerant, stiff-arsed hatefilled self-righteous puss-barfing bigoted cretins". Which is a phrase that has numerous possible targets to which it can be applied. It also exemplifies that I am a harshly judgemental person with a great number of social types that I dislike.
And I'm rather pleased to be that way.

Also, I still wear a mask on public transit because I don't know where all those people have been or which toilet bowls they've been drinking out of. As an anal-retentive perfectionist, you can expect me to be picky and have neurotically high standards for toilet bowls.
Real, imaginary, or metaphorical.

There's a new Covid variant (NB.1.8.1) cropping up which is much more contagious than the current most popular strains. And I still do not want to catch it. That time when I caught Covid (two years ago) it seriously affected my inner ear and walking around the building was a pain in my shoulders, elbows, back, hips, knees, and once or twice my head, because I kept crashing into walls and furniture. No permanent damage.
Yes, I tested positive for a few days.
Hardly any other symptoms.

There is even less reason to trust the great American public than before. Especially with so many folks from elsewhere in the country visiting San Francisco and bringing their diseases and obnoxious Karen relatives with them. Entire family clusters of Typhoid Mary waddling around Union Square or the wharf just radiating attitude, pollution, and complacency.

Or, for that matter, taking public transit. And breathing.

If you're going to come to SF, the least you could do is NOT breathe.


A bunch of snobby, snotty, blinkered, intolerant, stiff-arsed hatefilled self-righteous puss-barfing bigoted cretins


That counts triple for people from the red states, especially Florida.
Y'all notorious for not getting vaccinated and carrying disease.
Also Alaska, Alabama, Louisiana, Mississipi, and Texas
Did anyone ever tell you you're nasty?


Sometime later today I'll be having a late lunch in Chinatown in a place where tourists are scared to go because everything is too foreign and they probably don't serve kung pao or sweet 'n sour anything.

After a few days of facing the public at work and on Golden Gate Transit, I have had more than enough of dealing with people. As well as their dogs, and their pigs or offspring, and their rural relations who start every conversation with "back in my day" and then say something both staggeringly irrelevant and ridiculous.

I need time to become human again.
That means locals only.
Hot sauce.

Real food.

Milk tea.



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