15 + 3 points
Work is So Strange by Cameron, Orion, Toom, Gabriel Roland
April 26th, 2006 5:22 PM
Leaving work for our hour long lunch break, we went to a place called "Dogzilla" for lunch; which required us to drive to south of market. It was a fine little hot-doggery, but the whole reason for going was to get Orion an "Italian Beef", a delicacy from his far-off native land. It turns out that they no longer sell this exotic sandwich to overwhelming lack of demand. Orion drowned his sorrows in a Chicago Style Hot Dog which was cheap but "inauthentic".
We left, and decided to take the long way back to work, avoiding the chaos of driving downtown. Our ill-advised shortcut ended up sending us through a busy and bustling Fisherman's Wharf. After navigating it's byways for a while and narrowly avoiding being forced to stop for Ben and Jerry's Ice Cream, we made a left on Hyde and began the steep climb. When we passed Lombard, Steve Braman innocently mentioned that he had never been on the famous, winding block of Lombard; and as it turned out, neither had Tom Drake! It took very little convincing for us to pull a 180 degree course correction and begin the steep decent down Lombard. At the bottom of the hill were a flock of tourists who were busy snapping photos of the beat up Oldsmobile on this historic drive. We waved and displayed... colorful hand gestures for their benefit.
At the bottom, we turned around again and started back for work. For most occupants of the car, this was a particularly important day of work and checklists, status reports, and nervous bosses eagerly awaited our return. Someone mentioned that we had hit two of San Francisco's famous landmarks in a single drive, and we joked and asked Steve if there was anything else had never done in town. Near the turnoff to work, with the Golden Gate in sight, the thought of returning to our desks seemed almost impossible to bear. Steve finally offered: "I've never been over the Golden Gate Bridge."
We stared at him, incredulous. How was that possible? As a resident of the East Bay, it seems he had only ever entered town via the Bay Bridge, and when our office was in Marin, he had taken the Richmond Bridge.
This simply would not do. We again veered away from work, and proceeded to cross the most famous bridge in the world, hooting and hollering and camera phones a-clicking. We pulled over at Vista Point and snapped two more quick pictures of us with the bridge, grinning like fools, before barreling back across the bridge and returned to our office, snickering and very late.
We left, and decided to take the long way back to work, avoiding the chaos of driving downtown. Our ill-advised shortcut ended up sending us through a busy and bustling Fisherman's Wharf. After navigating it's byways for a while and narrowly avoiding being forced to stop for Ben and Jerry's Ice Cream, we made a left on Hyde and began the steep climb. When we passed Lombard, Steve Braman innocently mentioned that he had never been on the famous, winding block of Lombard; and as it turned out, neither had Tom Drake! It took very little convincing for us to pull a 180 degree course correction and begin the steep decent down Lombard. At the bottom of the hill were a flock of tourists who were busy snapping photos of the beat up Oldsmobile on this historic drive. We waved and displayed... colorful hand gestures for their benefit.
At the bottom, we turned around again and started back for work. For most occupants of the car, this was a particularly important day of work and checklists, status reports, and nervous bosses eagerly awaited our return. Someone mentioned that we had hit two of San Francisco's famous landmarks in a single drive, and we joked and asked Steve if there was anything else had never done in town. Near the turnoff to work, with the Golden Gate in sight, the thought of returning to our desks seemed almost impossible to bear. Steve finally offered: "I've never been over the Golden Gate Bridge."
We stared at him, incredulous. How was that possible? As a resident of the East Bay, it seems he had only ever entered town via the Bay Bridge, and when our office was in Marin, he had taken the Richmond Bridge.
This simply would not do. We again veered away from work, and proceeded to cross the most famous bridge in the world, hooting and hollering and camera phones a-clicking. We pulled over at Vista Point and snapped two more quick pictures of us with the bridge, grinning like fools, before barreling back across the bridge and returned to our office, snickering and very late.
