Nothing like skipping down to the bus stop feeling super cute in my new skirt with hair that is behaving and looking ooh-la-la. And then looking up to see the bus pulling up right on time…and stepping on the bus and having the money machine broken so I get a free ride. Lucky me! I sashay my way to the 1st available seat and, the way my morning is going, fully expect to look up and see the most handsome, single man in all of San Francisco (who may or may not have a red rose for moi)…err…or a yucky homeless man with all of his belongings. Darn. Can’t win em all…

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