My sister, Nancy came visiting from back East and for
the last few days I've been showing her the sights of
the San Francisco Bay Area. While in Ghiradelli Square waiting
in a long line to get on a cable car an enterprising
troubador and his guitar began to go to work on the captive
crowd. The line was not only long, but also moved very
slowly.
My sister, a gentle vegetarian who claims she
wouldn't eat anything with a face or that had a mother was
starting to become somewhat agitated and began insisting
that I wrest the offending instrument from the man's
hands and break it over his head. I was also considering
this option and its consequences when a wino in a
straightjacket also bound in chains with locks showed up and
started competing for our attention. He called himself,
interestingly enough, "Escape Man",but to be charitable from
that point on the act went a little downhill. I wondered where he came from and who chained him up. I wondered if I might even be able to pay that someone lurking just out of sight for the opportunity to chain him up myself. Seconds ticked by like hours. Hours passed like days. Finally, after viewing this spectacle for the
second showing it was time to board our cable car and so, like weary hostages leaving hostile foreign soil we also made good our escape.
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