May 16 2001
En route
It was a pretty interesting walk to work today. It often is, because we leave the house at a very early hour, when night meets day. So the hookers are still out and people are also going to their jobs and you see a whole spectrum of people’s lives.
Our route takes us through the Tenderloin (hookers and massage parlors and divey bars) to the Financial District (tall buildings and guys wearing clacky shoes and suburban people hemmorhaging out of BART stops). Today I noticed that the fetishwear’n’sex toys store had finally changed their display from the Easter one. The Easter one had a girl in a pink and white gingham bra and thong carrying an Easter basket filled with candy colored sex toys. At her feet were pastel rabbits in flagrante. It was adorable. Now the mannequin is dressed as a cowgirl, with frilly denim undies, cowboy hat, a toy gun, very high heeled red cowboy boots, and with a bunch of little cowboys in the palm of her hand. Some of the cacti at her feet are styrofoam, and some are green vibrators (without the spines, though). Their window dresser must have a great time.
After we passed the sex shop, we saw a very short, very old man negotiating with a hooker who was at least 50% taller and 50% younger than he was and looking very bored. He was blabbing away about something and holding his wallet, and all I heard her say was, “uh-huh, uh-huh.” She was probably thinking, you’re wasting my time. If I were her, I’d tell him he was on the clock already, like a cab at a stoplight. So pay up or get lost already. I’m working here!
Outside the little coffee shop a few blocks later was the old guy who seems to spend his entire day sitting in a chair and drinking coffee. I often see him still sitting there on the way home 10 hours later. Imagine drinking all that coffee, all day long! Today as we walked by, I heard him say to the guy who works in the coffe shop, “It was so pretty it made me want to breakdance.” I’ve never seen anything THAT pretty.
One Response to “En route”
Concerning the Aged Coffee-Addict, (1) I do NOT want to be around when he finally pees. The pressure in his bladder is probably so strong he needs two or three guys to hold his wang steady, just like a fire hose, and (2) if a guy that old tried to breakdance he would just… break.