The owner of this ride drove all the way across ‘Muricah, with love, only to arrive en la Mision to go broken into:
Things are different here.
Our BofA Building, the largest in Frisco, is known by one and all as “Triple Five Cal” AFAIK, but there was an effort to start calling it the Triple Nickel not too long ago. Oh, and Donald Trump owns a piece of it, so that explains the “sort of.”
Anyway, the whole sawtoothed design on the exterior was so that every windowed office was a corner office. See?
(Afore the Carnelian Room went out of biz I sat for dinner in one of these corners on the second highest floor – San Francisco Magazine (the actual physical magazine) had a coupon (made of cardboard, an insert) inside what said “Complete Dinner For Two” for just $49.95. “Score,” I said. 180 degrees of window, man. Ah memories. I suppose I had the same view as all the office workers. Impressive, sure. The view, that is.)
But how do you clean the windows – like this, with a giant telescoping arm what needs to jut out more and more as the workers descend?
Wow, a little scary…
South of Market skid row:
on the corner of Crack Den Ave, and Homeless Urine Drive
my car in a lot that states ‘DO NOT LEAVE VALUABLES IN CAR’ all over the place (which gives you an indication of how safe this part of town is)
It looks like this:
Don’t look at reported incidents, just look at real life.
Anyway, the silvery piece of cardboard looked white, so this driver was in the spirit of July 4th 2016:
Some are just giving up fixing their windows, it seems, in this year especially. Most passersby will not try to get into your car of course, and the ones who do just might have done it anyway, so what’s the point in hurrying up and repairing the damage today, or this week, or this year?
Cf. this long-term fix. See? Much less festive, but actually a pretty good job:
On It Goes…
Here’s* the problem, maybe…
…and here’s the solution, maybe not?
*This looked like casing to me.