If you didn't know my job is located at the edge of the Tenderloin District which is conveniently located near the Shopping District and the droves of unassuming tourists--I get the best of both worlds. To further clarify my sarcasm, the Tenderloin is the armpit of SF.
Part of the fun of working in this heavily drug trafficked, thug laden, pusher ridden, fiend frequented, street bum haven is encountering more characters than a Hanna-Barbera Family Reunion. Thus, I'm a bit vexed after a couple of incidents this week in which I was accosted outside of my job by street people. Bombastic bumstastic!
All I can do is throw my palms in the air and shrug shoulders when recollecting the following events:
Monday: While walking out of the office at 5 in midst of a convo with my colleague, a red-hooded man walks by us and seethes through his mustard yellow teeth, "I don't give a fuck!" while looking me dead in the eye.
That'll break up any train of thought.
Today: Headed to lunch with a colleague and I hear this guy comingup behind me. Actually, I can smell this guy coming up behind me. Next I FEEL this guy as he's up my back, hot breath on my neck, change cup in my face.
Bumalicious Bum: "Sparesomechangebrotha?"
Me: "Nah, man. No change here."
Bumalicious Bum: "Next time you shouldn't try to embarass me in front of a so called beautiful lady." (At this point Janna and I look at each other completely nonplussed. The stones on this guy!)
Me: "Whatever man. Go get hit by a car." ( I say this as he wanders into oncoming traffic at the busy 5th and Market Intersection and is about to accost another petrified pedestrian).
All I can say is...Bay Area Represent!
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