SF
Flew into SF yesterday. Went to my hotel, ate some yummy Vietnamese food across the street, then walked through Chinatown towards the Embarcadero to look at the bay.
On the way, really had to pee so stopped to get coffee so I could use their bathroom. The woman who took my money said, "This building doesn't have a bathroom." I just looked at her, raised my right eyebrow as high as it would go and said as sarcastically as I could, "This building doesn't have a bathroom. Hmm." It was a big office building with about 5 little lunch places on the ground floor. I moved down the counter to where you pick up your drink. The cute barista boy making my latte leaned over and whispered, "Do you want an extra shot?" I whispered back, "Yeah." He warned, "Don't tell anyone. It's our secret." I promised, "I won't tell a soul." He winked, "You have really pretty eyes." Low, low in my throat, I replied, "So do you." (He really did.) He smirked (not unattractively), "I know." That surprised me and my face showed it and I grinned and laughed as I took my drink and walked back outside.
Took some pictures at my destination, sat on the grass looking at some of SF's parrots up in a tree above my head, read another 20 pages of my book, then took BART back to the hotel. Left about an hour later for what turned out to be a bone-liquefying shiatsu massage, then came home and read and watched TV and Ghost World until 4 am.
On the way, really had to pee so stopped to get coffee so I could use their bathroom. The woman who took my money said, "This building doesn't have a bathroom." I just looked at her, raised my right eyebrow as high as it would go and said as sarcastically as I could, "This building doesn't have a bathroom. Hmm." It was a big office building with about 5 little lunch places on the ground floor. I moved down the counter to where you pick up your drink. The cute barista boy making my latte leaned over and whispered, "Do you want an extra shot?" I whispered back, "Yeah." He warned, "Don't tell anyone. It's our secret." I promised, "I won't tell a soul." He winked, "You have really pretty eyes." Low, low in my throat, I replied, "So do you." (He really did.) He smirked (not unattractively), "I know." That surprised me and my face showed it and I grinned and laughed as I took my drink and walked back outside.
Took some pictures at my destination, sat on the grass looking at some of SF's parrots up in a tree above my head, read another 20 pages of my book, then took BART back to the hotel. Left about an hour later for what turned out to be a bone-liquefying shiatsu massage, then came home and read and watched TV and Ghost World until 4 am.