I saw a man in a rabbit suit walking down the street in the Financial District this morning. I realize now that his companion was Jules Winnfield from Pulp Fiction.
I took the Muni to get downtown from Golden Gate Heights. The ill-designed glass enclosure which separates driver from passenger makes it impossible to have a conversation with the driver unless you bend your knees, effectively lowering your height by two feet. We had a conversation which lasted 30 seconds in which neither side heard what the other was saying. I finally bent my knees so I could hear the gentleman tell me how silly I was for not just taking the ticket sitting right in front of me.
