Are we suppose to look for hidden mickeys somewhere? the city that I live closest to, is S.F. that houses @ 750,000 people, and I am suppose to figure out where to look? OMG! he he!
seriously! (ugh) there are some locations that I would not care too much to tread upon. One is not even safe, entirely, in the beautiful, Golden Gate Park, the mounted patrol officers are not there, not too mention being stationed there as well, just for the fresh air! so far, thank god, I have been safe while visiting the city alone. I have had my share of annoying incidents, stemming from, however,not limited to, a street vagrant peeing over pigeons on Market Street, near the bank, I was sitting on a bench trying to enjoy my hot dog, then right after, an old man in a wheelchair, came over, started bothering me, apparently he felt the need to ask me if I was married, I lied, said yes, as he was asking me that question, he placed his hand upon my knee, at this point I was not even done yet, with that darn hot dog, it was not a big one either! ( am not making this up, how could I?) I have had incidents with bilingual beggars, 3 Mexican men bothering a woman while I was waiting for the bus to go back home, so I kept an eye on them, and told them to knock off their rude behavior, it goes from there. Another time, while waiting to go back home, at same stop, a big ol' young woman, was beating a little young woman into the ground, there I am standing, feeling useless, (did not have a cell phone at the time) so there I am looking around for a cop, and thinking I need to call them, in the meantime, their so called friends were standing around just watching,I had asked one girl, if maybe they should try to stop it, and she said no, to leave them alone, I was thinking god with friends like that who in hades needs any enemies, anyway, I had thought several times to break it up, but I am holding my purse, a bag, and I am wearing a white sweater, and the big girl out weighed me by at least 75 pounds, maybe more. So after what seemed like forever, it was at least 5 minutes, a car stops, and one man got out, THANK GOD! plain clothes detective, I know, for I could see his beautiful gold shield hanging from his neck, anyway, well he just pulled the mean queen b off of the little one, like she weighed next to nothing, and believe you me, she was darn big, as in, I don't believe that even my biggest underwear would have fit her, and I have some pretty good sized granny undies, yeah I know too much information, but hey, what can I say, that is the way it is. I felt bad, for I really wanted to pull her off, but I was thinking that I just could not do it alone, and if all of their friends decided to beat me up, for intervening, well, instead of taking the bus home that day, I would have ended up either dead, or in SF General, no damn joke about any of it either, I have other stories, however, I am getting writers cramp.!
...jc
I will have a big slice of Disney Magic to go with my ear to ear grin , thank you!
