Hey, barista. On a recent afternoon at a pleasant cafe in San Jose you loudly shouted out orders that were ready, forcing about 30 of us customers to listen, so that one other customer might hear his order from anywhere in the coffee shop. But why subject all of us to your…
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The other day was the third time I’ve watched you brush your two big white long-haired dogs in the parking lot of a mini mart and a liquor store on Willow Street. While it’s nice to see you grooming your dogs, it’s very rude of you to not clean up the piles…
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On a recent night I saw your group of three people walk back to your disabled parking space, unload your cart and just leave it smack in the middle of another handicapped parking space. The cart return was only three spaces away. I couldn’t believe a group using parking for the disabled…
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OK, so I didn’t see you—but I wish I had. Driving home after working late Friday night I drove around the neighborhood looking for a parking spot. Thank god my car was small enough. I pulled off a superb parking job between a sedan and an SUV. I paid attention to the…
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I saw you—well, I saw your letter, to I Saw You—ranting about getting exact change back at a coffeehouse, which meant extra pennies to put in your pocket. I’m glad this is evidently the worst thing you’re experiencing. It seems clear that you’ve never worked at jobs where you were expected to…
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I was there when the fellow on the power wheelchair was hit in Japantown. The only skill I had at my disposal was the ability to call 9-1-1. While I answered a seemingly endless string of questions from the dispatcher, you went over to help the man. You calmly persuaded him not…
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You greeted me with a vacant stare from behind the cash register at my favorite local coffeehouse. It was like you were stoned or sleep deprived or both, but clearly you weren’t all there. I handed you a $10 bill for my $5.02 purchase, expecting to get a five dollar bill in…
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Instead of hustling in an hour early for a center-row seat, I booked my ticket online and strolled in just a few minutes before the show. Soda and popcorn in place, the lights went down and all was silent until the thunderous chorus and scroll kicked in to everyone’s childlike delight. But…
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I don’t know what kind of person offers to pick up a 6-foot-3 dude walking down the street in the middle of the night. I was initially suspicious, but the fact that my phone wasn’t working and I was quite far from home—and probably due to the feeling of invincibility imparted upon…
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I was woken up around 4am by the screams of “Fire!” I jumped out of bed, grabbed my dog and guitar, and bolted outside. Blazing flames were bursting out of my next door neighbor’s second-story apartment. Sirens were approaching and that’s when I saw you—arms waving and screaming for help. RIP, neighbors.…
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