Waiting at 18th and Castro to hop on the 33 bus, something across the street caught my eye. It was one of those moments where you take a double glance, then face-palm and shake your head, not in disgust or shame, but in, “Oh my god, I cannot believe this is happening.”
What put me in this state was a man walking down 18th Street. Actually, he wasn’t quite walking–he was storming; a straight-legged walk with a slight forward lean, this man was on a mission. Clearly he needed to get somewhere important, fast. A black briefcase in hand, and black knee high boots to match, he must have been in such a rush that he forgot to put on the rest of his clothes. Yep, that’s right. This man was storming down 18th just wearing black knee-high boots and carrying a matching black briefcase.
This city makes me smile every day.
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