Within 5 minutes, walking slowly up O'Farrell, I was referred to as "Playboy" by two of the TL's reliable purveyors of pharmaceuticals and loose women. This playboy is wearing flip-flops, jeans and a black t-shirt. Must be my hair.
Late this afternoon, but still very hot for San Francisco and I'm walking home after a long(ish) bike ride. Crossing Hyde at Ellis is a tall adult male, dark skin, with a bigwig of curly blonde hair covering most of her forehead, wearing a pink bedroom slip with fur edging, just covering her ass. She looked a bit disconsolate, like she had lost something...