Haight Ashbury is full of assholes
okay, so Haight Ashbury is an area of san fransisco that used to be the slums. one day a couple of hippies decided it would be a fun place to hang out. fast forward to 2008, and it's turned into a gentrified neighborhood of chic boutiques and hipster haunts. after a half an hour of looking for parking, and roughly 1.80 spent on a parking meter, my family is walking around, eva looking in shops, dad and I making disparaging compents about my generation. it's no place special, clothing stores, exotic gifts, smoke shops, all at exorbitant prices, homeless people who don't even play guitar. the real treat was when we got back to the car, and eva found she had lost her phone. I try giving it a call and after a few rings and a girl answers, henceforth, the girl will be referred to as "bitch". this is the actual dialogue
Bitch: hello?
Me: Hey, my little sister dropped her phone, where did you pick it up?
Bitch: Oh, on the street.
Me: Where are you?
Bitch: Why?
Me:...So we can get our phone back.
Bitch: Nope.
Me:(in disbelief) what?
Bitch: Sorry, bye.
Me: HEY
but by then she had hung up. who the fuck steals a phone like that. Eva and I walked up and down the street a few times calling the phone, and looking for any teenage girl with a suspiciously ringing purse that she was trying to ignore. i was ready to jump a bitch, but we didn't see anyone, and she didn't answer the phone again. dad has cancelled service on the phone.