Shit My Cabby Tells Me [Part 2]

"Look at these dummies walking everywhere on the street! I guess not everyone is smart like me. I'm in the wrong business... Look at these people - always rushing! Running, running. Then they have a heart attack!"

"This town has so much construction. City supervisors don't know how to do it. This should be done at night when no one is here! No one lives here! Look at all this traffic!"

Shit My Cabby Tells Me [Part 1]

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...

[These will be broken up into more than one post]

"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.

Killer Boots

It seems I've made a new friend on 24th Street who is always there when I get off the 48.. Yesterday I think he really liked my jegging, sweater and boot outfit...

"Hey killer boots, how are ya?!! Working it well ... mhmmmm"

Muni Loves Ya!

"Next stop... Civic Center! And remember.... Muni looooves ya! Have a good day and see you mañana!" - N-Judah Muni driver.

No need for pants on St. Patty's

You Gotta Be Nice, Damn!!

I was standing on the 38 Geary with my boyfriend going home from downtown and found myself smushed between a little group of friends who had the following conversation around me. Of course, I was eventually pulled into the conversation...

Guy1: Ay, where you goin?
Guy2: Haight. Goin to get tatted.
Guy1: What you gettin tatted?
Guy2: I dunno...
Guy1: You don't know?! ... Who you with?
Guy2: Girl
Guy1: Oh... I got jumped today by your bro Adrian.
Guy2: Why?
Guy1: I was wearing Jordan's and they jumped me and chased me down the block. He punched me in the face. He's your bro, can you talk to him?
Guy2: He don't listen to me.
Guy1: ... When does Jose get out?
Guy2: Two or three years.
Guy1: Damn...
Guy1 (to older, homeless looking man): Where you headed, bro? AKA old geezer..
[Old guy mumbles something incomprehensible]
Guy1 (looks at me): You got some pretty eyes!
[Guy2 and Old guy start cracking up at Guy1]
Guy1: WHAT?! What?! You gotta be nice! Damn!

A Day On Turk & Jones

If you happen to spend a day in San Francisco's Tenderloin, specifically on Turk Street & Jones, you might experience something similar to what I experienced today in the span of just 7 hours.

- Two domestic abuse arguments involving police officers. One alone had 5 police officers, 2 of which were standing there adjusting their uniforms and telling the man to just stand back and relax. The other situation, where the man yelled: "Ohh sure! The whore gets it all!" at the top of his lungs.

- A bakery named Hung Phat Bakery & Coffee which, if it wasn't a semi shut down hole in the wall, maybe wouldn't be soo sketchy or funny for that matter.

- Four arrests. Two of which were done by undercover police officers and which were clearly intense drug busts.

- One man wearing ass-less pants. Yes, ASS-LESS pants! Another man with his all matching track suit only slightly buttoned up and hanging on by literally a thread.

- Two men fully in white camo.

And last but definitely not least...

- Three pimps. One of which was trying to sell fake Rolex watches (shown below).