Just a brief update before I head off to Napa:
Yesterday, while puzzling over a map of the Bay Area's public transportation system, a small woman came to my assistance.
"Where are you headed?" she asked of me.
"West Portal," I replied.
The woman informed me that she too was headed for West Portal and graciously offered to assist me in getting to this far-away destination. I was feeling spectacular about the interaction until the woman went on to inquire of me, "So what country are you from?"
Wow.
You'd think I'd fit in pretty well in San Francisco, right? I'm laid-back. I'm gay. I'm somehow able to resist the urge to don an "Alcatraz Escapee" t-shirt. But no; I'm still an obvious tourist, so much so that people mistake me for a foreigner. Absurd.
People in San Francisco are laid back? http://www.impawards.com/1976/posters/enforcer.jpg
Posted by: Inactive account | June 30, 2007 at 06:11 PM
one time, my dad and i were taking a tour of one of those big old houses in newport, rhode island (my mom didn't come because she balked at the expensive ticket prices, i'm not even kidding) and the tour guide asked us if we needed an interpreter. we were like "uh, no, i'm pretty sure we both speak english." weird.
Posted by: EmGusk | July 02, 2007 at 01:58 PM