Yesterday, while cleaning the shop for close, I had a random construction worker - one who had been working on the road outside the door - ask me for a photo in front of the store because it was his first time in San Francisco
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I've decided to categorize San Francisco as another country after standing in the grocery aisle at a grocery store chain I didn't know existed, staring at the shelves and only recognizing maybe one brand. Oh. And what grocery store doesn't sell frozen chicken tenderloins?
Pretty sure I just moved to an entirely different English speaking country.