Reading the signs.

Yes I do actually.


Walking through downtown San Francisco today,
rough bits sit cheek by jowl next to quite nice shopping parts of town.
A man on the corner says to me: 'This is a non-aggressive demand for money'
I say 'Pardon?' (not 'what?' mum would be so proud).
My sister grabs my arm and drags me down the street shouting:
Fucking run! (she swears, but is frankly still at Mother Teresa level).
I'm out of breath and in great pain, and now standing in a shop when she says: 'What do you think he was going to say next?'

Ah. Fuck.