Knob Hill

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Dad: We were staying at a hotel halfway up Knob Hill. I don't like San Francisco particularly.
Shirley: Halfway up. And at the top of the hill there was this lovely fountain, and you didn't propose to me, even though it was the perfect situation…
Dad: Shut up.
Shirley: It couldn't have been more romantic, and I waited and waited…
Dad: Shut up. If I had known I was supposed to…
Shirley: But you didn't.
Dad: Shut up.
Shirley: Well?
Dad: That hill was steeper than I remember.
Shirley: Maybe that's why.

Shirley: There was an effeminate gay man in the street.
Dad: Right in the middle of the street.
Shirley: And he kept yelling, "Leon! Get in the car!"
Dad: But he wouldn't get in the car.
Shirley: "Leon! Get in the car! Help me get Leon in the car!"
Dad: For hours. He wouldn't do it. Leon wasn't interested.
Shirley: We laid in bed. I wanted to shout. "Leon! Get in the fucking car!"
Dad: But instead we went to sleep. I don't think his name was Leon.
Shirley: It was something weird. Something San Francisco and gay, like Leon.
Dad: Eric?
Shirley: That's not weird.