Walking toward me while I headed for BART tonight was a tall, lanky guy wearing a big, shiny tuba. He looked a little self-conscious but pleased with himself.
There's also been a bagpiper at the corner of Sansome and California all week during the evening rush hour, in full Scottish regalia. So every time I pass by, it's like I'm graduating from high school again.
She's never met a country she didn't like.
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2 comments:
I challenge you to pause by the bagpiper (bagpipeist?) and throw your hat dramatically into the air the next time you see him.
I'd accept your challenge, but I'm not wearing a hat and he hasn't been there this week. Foiled!
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