San Francisco, CA
USA
San Fran turned out to be a great week. Among other touristy things, I visited Alcatraz (it was pretty frightening to imagine what it would have been like to be in confinement there, able to hear the parties across the bay, and no way to get everything you want even though it's so close) and biked the Golden Gate Bridge with Paul - a highlight. I ate some of the best Mexican food I've ever eaten at The Mission, and the best sourdough bread I've ever tasted at the Boudin Bakery (it's at Fisherman's Wharf if you're there - try it, seriously). I went to numerous museums (the SF Museum of Modern Art was a definite highlight), rode the cable car and shared the buses with some pretty interesting people. The public transport here is great - there's almost no traffic in SF.
San Fran definitely grew on me over the week.
Of course, it wouldn't be right if I hadn't been ripped off at some stage. During the week, I purchased a US power adaptor which turned out to be faulty. I took it back to the somewhat shady-looking Mexican salesman, who was quick to point out the "no refunds" policy of the establishment. When I was forced to make some noise, he pulled out a screwdriver and went to work on it.
"I'm not comfortable with this. You're not an electrician," said I.
"I've be in this business 25 years," he shot back.
"That doesn't make you an electrician. Are you an electrician?" I asked.
He didn't even skip a beat: "Yes."
"You're an electrician?"
"I've be in this business 25 years."
"That makes you a fully qualified electrician?"
"Yes."
So now I have a US adaptor minus one prong. Useful.
1 comment:
Very funny mate... I can actually picture you in a tweed jacket (whilst air moustache twirling) asking the electrician for his credentials. It's just a shame that you didn't ask him where he got his qualification from.
Oh, and loved the Full House shoutout. Not that I'd publicly admit that.
Oh God.
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