The joys of riding public transportation in San Francisco are many. Just yesterday evening I overheard this conversation:
John: My dad owns a metal working company, and he's just hired this guy who he worked with 18 years ago.
Jane: Really?
John: Yeah. But there's something not right about him. He worked as a dishwasher for a few years.
Jane: Your dad?
John: No, the guy.
Jane: Oh.
John: And I think he was in a gang for a while.
Jane: Your dad?
Folks, I couldn't make this up. And then this morning, on the N-Judah, embarking at the Powell Street Station:
Man 1: Don't push me.
Man 2: I'm not.
Man 1: Don't push me again. If you push me again...
Man 2: What's your problem?
Man 1: Don't push me.
And then there was a stare down, which got really uncomfortable. Namely because they were two software engineer(y) looking types, neither of whom would fare well in a fist fight.
Question: What's worse than two 30-somethings acting like 11-year-olds?
Answer: Two 40-somethings acting like 11-year-olds.
And then the 40-year-olds got off at the same stop and crossed the street to go into the Google building.
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
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Just thought I'd take this time to let you know I've been enjoying all the posts as of late.
Also...Nothin' worse than aggresive geeks.
where's the "like" button?
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