So I awaited either the 6-Parnassus or the 71 Haight-Noriega on Friday night, either one would suffice, along with a young couple who took an unusual delight in the usual canoodling (yep, that’s a word) in which young couple take the usual delight. Left them alone, didn’t even take a picture; sometimes I respect other people’s privacy, no matter how public the behavior.
Then the young lady broke off the contact with her gentleman, saying, “Hold on, that’s my ringtone for my mom.”
She checked her cell phone. “Just a text.”
Then she read it.
She put away her phone, rolled her eyes, and shook her head.
“That was my mom. She texted me. She thinks I should get a nose job.”
They looked at each other, deadpan. Then resumed canoodling.
Vonn Scott Bair