2. Started my career as a music reviewer.
Here’s the play: you sit in the middle or right lane, wind down your window and start critiquing the music blaring from the car next to you. Tip: It’s always going to be loud, gangsta rap. Extra points if you can get them to turn it down to hear what you’re saying.
For example, the senior gentleman in the cerulean Ford hatchback was having an intense toilet emergency. Hence his need to come out of nowhere and push his way in front of me. It was necessary to keeping his dignity intact. I can appreciate that. Drive on sir.
The woman carrying on, what seemed to be a business meeting over her hands-free at full-blast, was probably on her way to the airport to pick up a long-lost step brother that she’d never met before and didn’t know existed until a month ago. Hurry lady!
You get the picture.
4. Marvel at some fine bridgework. I’ll give credit where it’s due – San Franciscans know how to build a good bridge. Apparently a good bridge is a long bridge. This one goes on forever.
5. Got a song in your head? Sing it! Especially if that song is this one and you sing it really loudly and off-key (It’s more fun that way). For bonus points make sure all your car’s windows are rolled down, look straight ahead and refuse to acknowledge the people staring at you.
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