... in the drive through mail box lane at the post office. I pull up behind a mini-van. A woman stands along side it with a large manila envelope in her hand. She proceeds to open the sliding door of the mini-van. I see her lean in. Minutes pass. Later she emerges with a small child in her arms. She gives the envelope to the little boy. At that moment she sees me patiently waiting behind her, with a "wtf is this nonsense?" look on my face. At that point she seems to try to get things moving a little faster. She gets the kid over to the mail box opening so he can put the envelope in. But he is having trouble. So she tries to help him drop it in the slot. The kid's grasp tightens, and I imagine the "I wanna do it myself!" skit from Mad TV. Finally, she forcefully helps the kid make the drop, and then loads him back in, slides the door shut, and drives off. So I am left asking myself, am I from another planet?
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Monday, July 21, 2008
The fate of a million TVs...
... and a reminder of why I can never live in a big city ever again.
San Fran is a beautiful city, but yet, walking the streets reminds me of the ugly side.
The acrid sweet smell of stale urine everywhere and feces (likely human) in the doorway.
San Fran is a beautiful city, but yet, walking the streets reminds me of the ugly side.
The acrid sweet smell of stale urine everywhere and feces (likely human) in the doorway.
Monday, July 14, 2008
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Monday, July 7, 2008
Saturday, July 5, 2008
Friday, July 4, 2008
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