Coming Soon to a Boulevard Near You: Me?
In the nearly two years I've had this site, I've met some truly amazing people as a direct result of what I do here. Some collide with me on Twitter, others get in touch via email and every now and then I get to shake a reader's hand when I hear those familiar words "Jr Deputy Accountant?" while in the middle of making an airport connection, waiting on a Wall Street corner for a light to turn green or shmobbing around town in my Mazda minding my own business.
Not too long ago, I met reader Dave (above) while engaged in that last one, spacing out on the commute home. Narcissist that I am, I've got my own "I <3 Jr Deputy Accountant" bumper sticker on the back on my ride (that's the back of my ride where a reasonable person might put a bumper sticker like that, not the front. Naturally. Who looks at the front of your car?!) and he yelled at me three lanes over about how he loved "that site". Turns out it was mine and I was completely honored when he cut across commute traffic AND blocked a Muni stop to get a bumper sticker of his own. I have extras in my car (of course) and still have a couple to mail out, if I owe you one let me know.
License details have been obscured to protect the innocent, gotta be careful associating with incendiaries like me and all.
Thanks for reading, Dave, but mostly thanks for tearing up evening traffic home, it's not often I get an exciting commute (if I do, it's here). I apologize for the mess in the car and/or any sneering I did, comes with hating this town.
Dave also suggested I ask my San Francisco readers to start a "Keep JDA in the City Fund" that would pay for a private parking space both at home and near the office to keep me in SF. Parking is my largest gripe and the straw that has finally broken the camel's back though the camel was sick of stepping over human feces and questionably still-breathing crackheads on a nearly daily basis. San Francisco claims to be open-minded but that's only if you are a recycling, bike-riding, composting, vegan liberal that doesn't mind getting robbed blind by City Hall and babysat by the Board of Supervisors. If you fit outside of that somehow (pissed off tattooed libertarian Fedbashing Mom who doesn't believe in global warming definitely doesn't work), it's a rough go here. Now that I'm driving again, I'm also a wasteful asshole who deserves to spend half of my day circling my own neighborhood looking for a spot. I dared to go on Streetsblog San Francisco once and bitch about the parking situation, I don't recommend doing that and won't be again. So my car and I are getting the hell out of here and taking my sales taxes, product purchases, parking ticket fees, registration fees, take out and delivery money (high since I live in one of the greatest "foodie" cities in the world) and rent which translates into property tax money for the house I live in with us. I'm also taking my old ass cat so SF can't get $25 when I have to put her down. WTF?
Somehow I doubt Bernanke will have the same reaction as Dave when he catches me buzzing around DC in a JDA-stickered Mazda cranking his playlist. We can only hope he tweets it.