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Honestly, there should be a way to reply to social media in your email without always having to go into the crazy thing just to react when you really don't give a rat's ass. The other morning en route to home downtown after I had stopped by Trax, the trashiest gay dive bar on Haight street, I suddenly realized we needed eggs. It was already 1:00 a.m. Haight Street was as dead as a cemetery save for a few men smoking dope. We were completely out of eggs at home after one Asian roommate showed me how to tell if an egg was bad by putting it in a bowl of water. If it floated, the egg is good; it it sank, the egg is bad and should be tossed. All of our eggs sank and needed to be tossed. Roommates are kind of like family. The only difference is you choose them because, well, you like them. That's not so true with family... Thus I left Trax and paddled downhill on my bike to Safeway at Market Street at Church Street. It was good that I went to Safeway when I did.
While shopping as if there was not a tomorrow, a voice came over the loudspeaker to announce the store would be closing shortly. Customers needed to bring their items to check out immediately, which included a rowdy gang of bad boys security gathered up and threw out the store before they could check out. Safeway is no longer 24/7 and closes at 1:30 a.m. It doesn't re-0pen until 5:00 a.m. How sad is that when you can't sleep in the wee hours with nothing to do...
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