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So why do I love living in San Francisco?

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So why do I love living in San Francisco?

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So I was taking the bus home from joining the Partner in Alcoholism in a few pints, and noticed the guys sitting opposite me on the bus had a map out and were trying to figure something out.
I popped the headphones out of my ears. "Can I help you guys figure out where you are- or where you're going?" I say.
"Well we're going to-- oh god, I can't say it."
"I can. We're going to where the Interview with the Vampire took place."
"God I'm glad I took my headphones out. Two stops from here- I'll point it out."
"Yeah, and I have it on the author's authority, I took her out for dinner once just to say thanks for the books- right *pointing* there."
"Was she a nice dinner date?"
"She was. Kinda whacky, though. But yeah, she said it was- okay, see the building there? That one."
"Oh wow, thank you!"
"I'm just glad I took my headphones out when you guys looked a bit lostish! You'll want to get off when the bus pulls over next- have a great evening!"
  • Damn, that's some seriously impressive Local Skillz! Those of us who grew up in vastly more boring places salute you!

    I'm even more impressed that you spent time with Anne Rice before she disappeared over the Batshit Event Horizon.
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