A few days a year, typically in September, the San Francisco climate matches that of Buffalo. Today is that day. Today, I feel like a West Coast Buffalo.
What is a West Coast Buffalo? More than just a refugee from the cold climate and harsh economy of Western New York, a West Coast Buffalo:
- Works two jobs instead of three.
I finally stopped working seven days a week, 6 months ago. Also goes to the park on a sunny day like everyone else but still feels a bit guilty for calling off work.
- Eats organic/local because the produce over here is amazing!
I am never paying 3 dollars for a fucking avocado again.
- Knows the location of every junk food / greasy spoon in the bay.
I'm happy Kale is good for you, but you look like a stiff breeze will knock you over. Die young, and make a pretty corpse. The Cave on Mission has the best wings in The City, by the way. Bring your own blue cheese.
- Thinks the sandwiches over here are just so so.
They don't know about Wegmans here. Or Beef on Weck.
- Works half as hard as he used to, but still manages to work twice as hard as everyone else.
I guess I understand why you don't care about your job, you don't have a fear of being homeless in the Buffalo Winter. you already hang out in the Haight, nothing will change.
- Occasionally makes West Coast people cry by telling it how it is.
I think I made a co-worker burst into tears once because I made her feel like she was a terrible person. All I said was people get paid less to do the job she didn't want to do, after her refusal to tidy up a bathroom. She went on to be a model. I hope she's happy and remembers my attempts to galvanize her character. I think it's all the kale they eat over here.
- Likes Starbucks
but misses Tim Hortons.