16th and mission
Wednesday, September 18th, 2002
When I got to work this morning, a small, incredibly glossy bronze starling with ink-black spots was pecking delightedly at a red grape the size of his head.
Later I was jaywalking to the BART station, when:
Me: Hey. HEY! Hello? Idiot!
Guy in the SUV speeding past me: Crosswalk! CROSSWALK!
Feisty passer-by to SUV driver, now stopped at light: It’s California! She can cross wherever she likes!
Me: Thank you.