I’ve been directionally challenged since the day I got my license:
Example A of Z (that I will note bore and mention) : I was on my way home from Mall of America and ended up at the zoo.
This weekend I was past due for getting lost. It’s been a while (progression?) No, I did it yet again …and to be completely honest, I did not mind it one bit.
I was waiting for a friend so I parked at the first spot I found. I walked around and found a street I recognized, Haight Street.
Haight Street is a hippie’s haven. It is filled with dread-locked, weed smoking, free spirits.
I found a cute little market called the Haight Street Market, a small neighborhood natural foods store. I did a quick loop around the store and got sushi , yes, my favorite. I walked out the store found a spot by an old women reading a book.
“you mind if I sit here?”
“No, no, sit” she carefully scooted her belongings to her side of the table. I popped open the sushi tray and watched the activity on Haight Street:
-Chubby Chinese lady with pigtails
-Tourists gazing down from bus with giant Nikon lenses
-Gangsters with love handles
-Guy with a feather in his hat and cowboy boots
-Girl with dreads… made me question the need for an everyday shower, or gives reason for the everyday shower.
-Man with ponytail stares at me uncomfortably long…not into ponytails, dude.
-Locals greet each other with hugs, steady eye contact, and comfortable body language.
-A guy was selling art on the street and a gentleman walks up,
“Hey, hey, what do you got there?”
Gentleman displayed a genuine curiosity in the guy’s work, demonstrating his openness to the soft sell of the art seller.