I've got a new job. Its 0.6 miles from my house, so I can walk there. From the Tenderloin, aka "Lower Polk," as I hear they are now calling it. . . up to Russian Hill.
Bummy: (approaching me from behind, as I wait at an intersection) "Hey mannnnn. . . .can I bum a cigaret. . . .(eye contact made) oh wait, you don't smoke, do ya?"
Me: "How did you know?"
Bummy: "You look HEALTHY."
Me: "Thanks, man."
That made my day.
