So I recently took a trip to San Francisco. I have never been and since I was in a dire need to get the f... away from my life, I decided SF would be a swell choice. It's on the water and temperatures are in the 60's. Being that AZ is scorching hot this time of year, that's all I needed to make my decision.
First of let me tell you, you can tell a city by its homeless. I'll elaborate. Homeless in NYC have an agenda, they approach you with a freaking business deal "Hey lady, do you have a minute? Let me tell you..." Tell me what?! How to invest my money ensuring sufficient retirement funds? What?! You're gonna let me know the secret to getting rid of cellulite??? How to find a dream job? Eternal youth? I mean these folks have an agenda and they are selling it.
Now Chicago....completely different. In your face, angry (must be the cold), zero regard for authority... they will chase you down for a buck. (No seriously, one time guy followed me for three blocks and then I decided to start running. I won.) They intimidate their prey and reap the benefits. Most times they even laugh at fear in the eyes of their victims.
San Francisco, well these folk are laid back, some of them even asleep by their money receptacle (wouldn't it be nice to fall asleep and wake up to money in your jar?). They are very casual in scoping out the potential and approaching only when certain of payoff. They do not drive a hard bargain. Weather is nice, most have a cup of coffee in front of them, some even use humor to lure donations like a guy at Fisherman's Wharf with a sign that read "Getting divorced, need money for a hitman."
Based on just homeless I will take Frisco over Chicago or New York any day.
While I was there I was searching for a perfect meal (food is a driving force in my life. I know isn't it in everybody's...yeah, but I think of lunch before I even finished breakfast and most people I know do not do that. it is safe to say that I think of food 25 hours a day :).), I came up on this cool place called Fly in Hob Hill. On the menu they had a drink called Eastern European, that consisted of grass fed bison infused vodka and apple juice... Clearly, an Eastern European didn't come up with this. There are a few major flaws. First off who monitors the bison and makes sure they only consume grass and no bushes or tree particles. Also, bison isn't the first animal to come to mind when thinking of Eastern Europe...wild boar is more like it. Lastly, mix vodka with apple juice, WTH?! Generally, vodka is consumed before it's even cool, let alone are we gonna water it down with some damn juice. Seriously.
Final lesson from my trip... elderly wheelchair bound Asians have no fear (OK, who out there will label me racist...I am merely reporting what happened, so you can get your panties out of a bunch). While waiting at the crosswalk for my sign to turn, I was shoved aside by a gentlemen in a motorized wheelchair. First off, I wasn't even in his way...we weren't going the same direction. Secondly, he could've said "excuse me" and not just shove me into the oncoming traffic. Lastly, let's think about this situation this old man...you're already in the wheelchair, do you have a death wish...I can help put you out of your misery...SOB?! Old people ain't skerd, right?!
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