Altered States

Passing by a MUNI stop. A man wearing a Greek fisherman's cap, with his arm in a sling, is loudly proclaiming to a middle-aged Asian woman.

"I swear to God. And I'm not under the influence of any medication or anything. I swear. Well, not for the last three days, anyway. Actually, maybe that's the problem. But I swear I just saw the bus drive up, and pull away without even opening its doors."

Your witness, counselor.

First Comes Love

Riding through the panhandle, I pass a guy and a girl kissing passionately on park bench, their legs entangled, she holding his face in both her hands. His hair 's brush-cut, and colorful tattoos cover both of his forearms.

All of a hundred yards later, I see another brush-cut guy with arm tats, looking enough like the first to be his brother. He's got a kid in a stroller.

Wish I could've been there when they met.

Disgruntled Desserts

Getting a lunchtime fix at the Peet's on Mission:

Me: "What's in the 'Mad Cookie'?"

Peet's Guy: "Oatmeal, coconut, and chocolate chips. And anger."

Yum.

Happy Crashday

Yesterday, a couple of my friends crashed in Sacramento. Thanks to helmets and gloves, damage was limited to a little road rash.

Two weeks ago, another friend endoed on his commute home to Daly City. His face got pretty messed up. To give you some idea how bad it could've been, here's his helmet.

His comment? "Looks like I got my money's worth."