In San Francisco, One Day You're In, the Next, You're Down and Out!

Although I've been "Auf'd" from San Francisco's city limits, I still love the city. Today I finally found my favorite story that describes San Francisco's uniqueness.

As you may recall, I have one for Phoenix, where the soccer mom returns fire with the pistol from her purse when a gang opens fire on her husband and her on Baseline Road. I couldn't find a good one for San Francisco, until today.

In the comments to a story about Mayor Gavin Newsom being given an award by Time Magazine, a commenter posted this:

The East Coast media never quite gets a handle on San Francisco's uniqueness. I was visiting SFO once, and threw on some ratty clothes to go out and grab the morning newspaper. As I walked by a woman who had been sleeping in a store doorway, she looks me up and down and snorts: "Nice sweats!".

You gotta love a city where the homeless are fashion critics. And good ones, at that.

Yeah, any one of San Francisco's homeless could sit in as the guest judge on Project Runway, adroitly rip into the designers for their rotten fashion sense until they cry, hit up Heidi Klum for clean needles, shake down Michael Kors for change, read Nina Garcia for being a "snooty bitch", all while guzzling an "upscale" 40 in a "designer" paper bag, without breaking a sweat during the inevitable saturated burp.

Now that's San Francisco. Classy.