Last night I had something close to, if not full-on, food poisoning. In an attempt to be a good employee, I went to work as usual today but as anyone could have guessed, did not make it for too long. In a rushed attempt to not throw up at work or on MUNI, I decided to take a taxi home. Though it's not MUNI, it may as well have been - the small space of the car with a clueless, racist, crazy and wildly chatty cabby did help my already prevalent nausea...
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"Where are you headed?"
"Noe Valley"
"We call that no man's land. Everyone takes a prescription medication and sleeps for two days there. No young girl lives there. Everyone is old. It's so boring in that area!"
I'm pretty sure he is wildly incorrect about the demographic of Noe Valley.
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