I think I was on-campus, you know, down in The Valley, back in aught thirteen when I saw my first post-collegiate tech bro* getting about on an electric unicycle.
Of course now it’s ought sixteen and these things have spread to Frisco’s Financh. But this tech bro is a true master. He’s got his hands in the pockets of his cargo shorts!
A quick jog around a load of boxes and then we’re off, to The Future:
Of course we might be heading the in the wrong direction, on the wrong side of the street, like literally, but nevertheless, we’re off to The Future.
*One time I called a late 30’s tech bro a tech bro and he got all pissed off, saying how he has kids in the SFUSD and so ergo, he couldn’t be a tech bro. But he works at Box! So I’m still thinking he’s a tech bro. I don’t think there’s an age cut-off…