Monday, April 2, 2012

Got Crabs?

Woke up in San Francisco this morning.

Got here yesterday in record time ... 12 hours. That's record time for me. Flying on April 1st should have been a clue to me that I was in for more foolishness.

The flight to Dallas was uneventful ... even with my "standard" seat assignment next to a huge fat man whose butt cheeks creeped onto my seat.

I had a 2 hour layover until my next flight. Had a very comfortable seat this time ... and just settled in when the pilot said ... "Sorry, we will need all passengers to deplane with their luggage. There is a system malfunction that will take some time to repair."

Three hours later ... we were in the air.

Oh well ... I'm here and I'm safe and I just had breakfast at the Fisherman's Wharf. Life does not suck.

The fresh seafood was just coming out for display and the shuckers were just getting ready to shuck.

It's a little colder than I thought it would be here. I might have to buy a sweatshirt with a picture of a seal or a bridge or a crab ... special on hoodies but I think I'll pass.

Check out these places.

I tried to get a room there but the Madam told me there was only an hourly charge.

Geez ... expensive here ... Apparently San Francisco has not been hit by the real estate crisis.

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