On a weekend in the afternoon, I was riding the F-Market to Fisherman's Wharf because I desperately wanted the best clam chowder at No. 9 Fisherman's Grotto (if you think it's Boudin, HA!).
During the ride on the Embarcadero, there was a very loud crying baby on the vehicle. The mother was trying to keep the baby quiet and looking around, I saw a lot of passengers just stressed. For me, I was saying to myself, "this is birth control for me."
At the Pier 39 stop, most of the passengers, including the crying baby hopped off. With the very few passengers left, we all chatted about the crying kid; everyone agreed that it was just too damn loud.
I responded with a fun joke: "I could sure use a good beer right now."
Just seconds later, I hear a bottle rolling down the aisle. It was an empty beer bottle. The passengers looked at me in awe. I guess it was a sign it was time for a good beer [and some chowder!].
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