The Way

I live in the Lower Haight, right next to Duboce Park, which means my immediate grocery needs are met by the Safeway on Market at Church. Normally, the clientele of said Safeway are a trip, but on late Saturday night it is something else entirely. It's no longer a San Francisco style shift of the normal distribution, it becomes a population of only those beyond the 3rd standard deviation. On Saturday night, it's a tail only crowd. Everybody, I mean *everybody* is fucked up. I think you have to fail some sort of sobriety/drug test to even be admitted.

Tonight (representing the non-existent "average" person) I witnessed the perfect example. In the isle for Wheat Thins (with Laughing Cow - fabulous) I passed a couple that had seen better days. Probably in end-stage Hep-C with imminent onset of the flesh-eating disease. I strolled into the check-out line only to find myself behind the other end of the curve. Some sort of amazon model chick, with her mini-skirt starting somewhere around the middle of my sternum. I think she was buying ant-traps.

What a great city.