Me - standing at Market and Main, grumbling because I missed the shuttle by *that much* and trying to figure out if I should take the 82x or the F to work. Just when I see on nextbus the 82x is coming in 21 minutes but the F will be here in 2, and I'm about to step off the curb to go to the bus stop . . . . a man came up to me. He wasn't wearing a suit and tie but he looked like he was dressed to work in a fancy office. He was on the fancy side of business casual, except for the hippie choker he was wearing.
Man - Excuse me, can you tell me where Pizza Hut is?
Me - Ummm, Pizza Hut? I don't know.
Man - Well, I know there is a Starbucks right down the street and one just behind that building (pointing behind him)
Me - Yup, that's where the two closest Starbucks are. (Wondering what Sbux had to do with Pizza Hut)
Man - But you don't know where Pizza Hut is?
Me - No, I don't know where Pizza Hut is. I've never looked for one before.
Man - Oh, OK. Thank you.
I'm going to be wasting a bit of time today wondering why this man needed to go to Pizza Hut at 8:00am in downtown San Francisco.
Why do you think he needed to know where Pizza Hut was at 8am on a Tuesday?
..... sweeping generalizations stemming from my experiences and imagination ..... Warning: contains much that is apocryphal - or at least wildly inaccurate.
Hmm...may be he had a coupon?!
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