#143

San Francisco sightseeing.

Thank you Prudence for putting up with my ignorance of basic Bay Area geography, inspiring me to smuggle saltwater taffy, showing me the best parts of SF (friendly hobos, Haight, and the Pier), and offering all your nuggets of hipster wisdom to my uncultured, mainstream self. 

I was late to my flight by 5 minutes and consequently had to sleep at the airport, which, when coupled with the earth shaking wrath that is an Asian father’s temper, was mildly unpleasant. So I’ll just expel those 13 hours of having my father gush out remarks of disappointment and fury from my memory and focus on the fact that I finally got my hands on a Stanford T-shirt at the gift shop after a failed hunt for “elitism melted into 100% cotton thread” the day before and got the chance to sit in a golf caddy unconventionally parked inside the airport (on the second story?) and talk to Jamie about the delicacies of dead baby cuisine, feeling as un-mainstream as ever.

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