Concerns about San Francisco’s decaying light poles were ignited Monday night after one corroded by urine toppled onto a car, narrowly missing the driver.
The three-story-tall lamp post at Pine and Taylor streets snapped around 6:30 Monday and landed on a nearby car, almost crushing the driver. No one was injured.
A perfect storm of conditions rusted out the base of the pole, San Francisco Public Utilities Commission officials say, and caused it to fall. At the time, the lamp post, which was already old, was damaged by urine and weighed down by an oversized banner.
Peace out.
yes yes the whole city smells like pee it’s so gross
it has a lot of neat asian stuff though
In a civilized city, at least part of the response would be to crack own on piddling in public, and impose restrictions on the size and weight of street banners.
Freaksco will simply buy millions of gallons of newfangled paint — probably with federal grant money.
Crack down on public peeing? Can’t have that. You know what the response would be. “Come and see the violence inherent in the system. Help! Help! I’m being repressed!”
When I’m out in public and hear the call, I spontaneously audition for the Ministry of Silly Walks. Nobody in Freaksco would spare a glance.
Greetings:
When I was first deported to the San Francisco Bay area back in the mid-’80s, my sociological orientation involved several episodes of good-hearted locals advising me that the use of the contraction “Frisco” was likely to provoke an unenjoyable response. So far though, and perhaps thankfully, all I’ve experienced is that kind of mealy-mouth nonsense. They just don’t really comprehend the poetry of “I’m from the Bronx and I’m here to help.”
Similarly, and to me even more nonsensical, is the local custom of referring to Frisco as “The City” with the two ungrammatical capital letters even in newspapers that may very well have editors. I mean, it hasn’t even been the largest city in the bay area for going on a generation, so I’m guessing they don’t do too well on either The Math or The English college boards.
I have been there a few times. The panhandlers are very aggressive, and every bus has a crazy person assigned to it.
That explains why the buses have a habit of crashing into things.
I have it on good authority that “The City” is Los Angeles, CA. Millions of people go to work there everyday and most make an honest buck, some don’t and that when he goes to work.
It was 4 PM in The City, I was working the Gay Watch out of Fashion Robbery. My partner’s Bill ‘The Magic Cannon’ Gannon; my name’s Tuesday….
Hello, Tuesday. My name is Honey.
-[We had been informed that she was an eyeball witness to the crime.] Good Evening, Ma’m. Did you see what happened?
-Yes. I did.
-Could you please tell us what you saw.
-I was working on a case. I’m a PI – that’s Private Investigator, you know…
-Yes, Ma’m. We do.
-Well, as I was saying: I was working a case because – we in the business call it ‘working a case’ when we’re doing our private investigating…
-Yes, Ma’m.
-…And I noticed a tall man was lurking around the Coach Bags – you know, they’re the real expensive women’s pocketbooks that every woman just has to have, although I don’t know why. You can get a perfectly good pocketbook that looks the same for twenty-five dollars and no one would know the difference. Can you tell me why Sergeant any sane woman would pay so much for a handbag, now really?
-No, Ma’m. I can’t.
-Well, they’re crazy, I tell you…anyway, where was I? Oh, I remember: I saw this tall man with a crew cut lurking around the Coach Bags and he just hauled-off and took three of them and ran out the door where I was standing – practically knocked me down.
-Is that how you got that black mark on you face, Ma’m?
-Oh no, Sergeant – that’s my sexy dimple. You see, when you’re a female private investigator you have to disguise yourself, so I dyed my hair blonde – not platinum blonde like so many of us do, but bright blonde – and grew a mole…..
Heh,
Well placed Bob!
Death by liberal politics then, metaphor for so many cities, and nations.
Thanks, Danger.