Another Perfect Day
The highlight of my day so far, other than the A's crushing (and sweeping) the Red Sox, getting an approval letter for a grant I applied to at work, and getting shit on by a pigeon again, was when I was walking back to work from lunch and got to drop the "C-bomb" on somebody that totally deserved it. After finishing a sandwich at The Sandwich Place on Mission Street, I walked up 16th Street toward Valencia. After crossing Julian Alley I noticed a short, fat, probably semi-homeless woman walking toward me pulling one of those carry-on suitcases on wheels behind her. She was to my left, and, as she's about three feet away from me, she turned her torso and bent down to the right. She gripped the handle of the suitcase tightly and I thought, "Wait, is she gonna try to hit me with this suitcase?"
Sure enough, she swung the suitcase at me with all of her might. Luckily, using my catlike reflexes to knock it away with my left hand, I avoided getting hit. She looked at me with a deranged smile as I screamed, "What are you doing you fucking nut?!" I noticed a metal object in her left hand as I continued to berate her, "Stupid fucking cunt!" Ahh, the joys of San Francisco.
In related news, this guy is really letting me down in keeping up his documentation of my hood.
Sure enough, she swung the suitcase at me with all of her might. Luckily, using my catlike reflexes to knock it away with my left hand, I avoided getting hit. She looked at me with a deranged smile as I screamed, "What are you doing you fucking nut?!" I noticed a metal object in her left hand as I continued to berate her, "Stupid fucking cunt!" Ahh, the joys of San Francisco.
In related news, this guy is really letting me down in keeping up his documentation of my hood.
