San Francisco is finally getting its summer. For the next five days or so, we’ll be basking in 80-degree weather and soaking in self-tanning lotion.
Yesterday I wore a miniskirt in celebration. I’d forgotten two things about miniskirts: 1) When you’re taking public transportation, you really want to review your seat for foreign substances before you sit down. Really. 2) The bums won’t leave you alone. This is because warm-weather clothing in SF is a signal that you’re obviously a tourist, and therefore more willing to give them a buck so they’ll stop following you.