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| Mar 13, 2003 6:41 pm |
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Marcus and the Hippies! |
Marcus Ronaldi
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Marcus and the hippies!
Living in San Francisco I see hippies rather frequently but I do not have reason to interact with them in my daily living. Today not only did I have to talk to them I had to have a group of hippies drive me to and from Daly City.
It all started with a run in Golden Gate Park. Often I will separate my car key from the rest of the keys and then go for my run. I ran through the park and made my way back to my car. I then put on a pair of jeans over my running shorts and picked up my computer and a book to hit the coffee shop. I was going to write a brilliant story about how someone ends up in the NBA by accident but some evil people were sitting in a table by the outlet.
So after spilling a diet coke (I had a strange urge for a cream soda) and reading my book I left the place and grabbed my keys but could not find the car key. I looked in my computer bag and my pockets but no key. I asked the hippie in the VW van next to my car if he had a clothes hanger as I have opened up the car in this manner before.
He had a hanger already bent into the proper shape but I was unable to move the hanger to open the lock so I had to come up with another plan.
Know a simple solution would have been to call a friend to pick my dumb ass up but I thought it would be a good idea to get away from cluttering my mind with my cell phone so like a genius it was at my house.
I asked the red headed hippie if he was a drinking man and he replied that he was but not currently as he was too broke. I offered him that if he drove me to my house in Daly City I would provide him with booze.
So the next thing I knew I was in a VW van older than I with three hippies on my way to Daly City to pick up keys and booze. I kept thinking that federal agents would swoop down on us and I would be put on a hippie farm but this never happened.
They were a bit nervous to pass through security and I was glad the security gave us a second look, as we did look suspicious. I felt like a character in one of those 1960’s comedies about a straight-laced person interacting with a group of hippies with hilarious results.
My neighbors must have been suspicious as I rolled in with hippies. Ran into my apartment and then rolled out with my small pink trashcan full of booze as gratitude for their kindness. I was also glad I was able to find a set of keys.
So they drove me back to my car and when I opened it I was unable to find the missing key.
I got into my car and drove off waving to my hippie saviors.
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