Yep, I work for a living. I had four calls in San Francisco at the International Terminal yesterday. I started off at SFO (logistical nightmare) and got the guys unloaded and working. Terrazzo restoration this time if you care. Next stop, the Castro, where I snapped this photo:
Bay to Breakers is this weekend, and these two well-hung gents decided to show the world what God gave ’em. I was driving and texting and eating and listening to a book on tape about how multitasking is unhealthy, so the picture isn’t perfect–but I did manage to grab my phone, find the camera button and snap this one as a Muni-bus, taxi, three bicyclists and four pedestrians ran interference.
You can (not so) clearly see two naked guys with hats and sunglasses and boots and white socks (okay, you can’t see the boots and white socks, but their feet were safely protected) walking down Market Street. My father would worry they didn’t put enough sunscreen on their schmeckels, but I’m sure they helped eachother with the Coppertone before they stepped out the door. Just another day in our glorious City by the Bay.
Then I was in Pac Heights. If you’re not aware, this is where the rich people live, including Nancy Pelosi, on the corner of Divisadero and Broadway. This is a picture of a trucker having a bad day. What happened?
He forgot that San Francisco is steep, and how long his truck is. He was heading up Divisadero towards Broadway from the Marina when he bellied out on the hilltop. This happens from time to time because there are such steep hills in the city and such long trucks in the world. Whenever I think I’m having a bad day, I think about all the other people in the world and realize there actually is an ultimate bad day for everyone.
If you’re a doctor, your patient may die on the table. If you’re a porn star, you may find out that all the ‘roids you took have finally shrunken your balls and rendered your appendage useless–all on film with five people standing around laughing and pointing. If you’re a blogger, you write a blog like this. At least this trucker didn’t run over Nancy Pelosi with ‘roid balls while his wife died on the table (she was having surgery that day).
Then I was over on Greenwich off of Hyde. Sweet spot with a view of Coit Tower and Alcatraz. This pic doesn’t do it justice and I should have Photshopped out the wire, but it was a beautiful day.
Here’s a pic of the cable car on Hyde:
The brakeman (in the yellow jacket) is really working the brake. If you’ve ever ridden the cable cars, you know how much fun it is with the breeze blowing through your hair and naked people’s scent blowing through your nose. The brakeman was having a good day. No one fell off the cable car and got cut in half.
So that was my day. And now I’m back at work so I threw this together just for you because I know you wanted to see some pictures of SF and hear about my day.
Remember, everyone has a bad day now and then, but if you take off all your clothes and put on sunscreen and walk down the street, you will always feel better.
At least if you live here.