while walking to the store this morning, i walked past a bum on the corner who said to his friend, and i quote, "you see, i think terrorism is a bad thing."
good to know.
later, i'm taking the 71-haight bus back home, and i find myself sitting across from an old man, in his seventies, sporting a hearing aid. none of that is odd.
the fact that he had his mouth dropped open while reading a playboy in full view for everyone to see was, well, there are no words.
that was my saturday.