'Bred Crumbs

02:51 PM Scenes from an impromptu forget-my-troubles-and-spend-money-
while-I-have-it lunchtime trip to the Embarcadero:

-- I wound up chatting with a cop in the men's restroom. And not in the gay-porn way. I was waiting behind him while he completed his restroom requirements, and a call came over his radio reporting someone "in a Los Angeles Lakers sweater shooting up drugs." "I guess he's a Lakers fan," the cop said amiably to me. "Yeah, that's surprising," I said. "A Warriors fan, I could understand." He laughed and agreed. Talking sports with a cop, on top of wearing my biker jacket today, loading up on sale sweaters at Structure, and buying financial software, left me feeling muy macho.

-- Meanwhile, sisters were doin' it for themselves. On my way back to the office, I passed a road construction site at which a woman was lugging a beam. As I walked by, she said to her male co-worker, "It may take me a little longer, but I can do it." She wasn't angry, just casual. She lugged the beam a little farther and threw it to the ground most capably. Then she smiled and said to the co-worker, "Thanks for the offer, though." It is important to note of the woman that I heard her say these things, not roar them. As any good feminist knows, roaring is not always an effective means of communication.

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