Tuesday, March 18, 2008


My husband and I just got back from a weekend trip to San Francisco. We had a great time. I'll blog more later about that, but I have a couple of stories.

STORY #1 - After we returned from a tour, we decided since we were already down by the wharves, that we would go to Pier 39 to do some shopping. We had parked up by the Ferry Building so we could catch the tour, but decided to just leave our car where it had been in the parking lot all day and just catch the streetcar down to Pier 39. After we had dinner and did some shopping we went to wait for the streetcar to take us back to our car. The signboard showing the minutes of how long it would be until the next car kept counting down, then all of a sudden it added several minutes back on. It counted down again and then did the same thing. When the streetcar finally arrived it was jam-packed. (I forgot to mention that the St. Patrick Day's Parade had been that day and there were mobs of people there.) The driver motioned for everyone to move back, and as we got on - standing room only - I joked to the people sitting below me that we were going to "have to get real friendly". This caused a laugh and so we started talking. One guy asked me if I had heard why the streetcar was late, and I said no. He said some drunk had gotten into an argument with the streetcar driver and the drunk actually punched the driver. Still arguing, the drunk decided to call the police. He obviously thought the streetcar driver was the one who would get arrested. WRONG! The driver had a streetcar full of witnesses that saw the drunk being obnoxious, and throw the first punch. The drunk was arrested.
STORY #2 - This happened the morning I was leaving San Francisco. At the airport some guy was waiting in a wheelchair at one of those places where the shuttle buss picks you up and takes you either to the rent car place or a hotel (can't remember which one it was). When the shuttle bus driver got off to help the guy, the guy jumped out of the wheel chair, jumped onto the bus and shut the door and drove off with all the people in the bus. As it turned out he only drove around and let the rest of the people off at their terminal and then he got off. Since the other people left (or didn't realize that he wasn't the bus driver) there were no witnesses to help the cops find the guy.
People are strange, when you're a stranger
Faces look ugly, when you're alone
People seem wicked, when you're unwanted
Streets are uneven, when you're down
When you're strange - faces come out of the rain
When you're strange - no one remembers your name
When you're strange, when you're strange, when you're strange.

1 comment:

Delirious said...

This is what I think every time I go to San Francisco...."People are strange".

One time we took our kids to the pier in Oakland. There was an exhibition of "Art Cars" going on. The people hanging out there were very strange. The cars were also strange. AT one point, my daughter turned to me and said, "This place is whacked!"