“The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco.”
I thought it was summer time. I’m in sweats, a turtleneck wool sweater, and I’ve got my space heater on full blast. What is going on here?
My cab driver today muttered with a slurred Chinese accent, “This is widiculous. Widiculous, this weather! I can’t wait to get out. I been here 26 years. No more. Me no like this cold weather.”
“Aww, really? I know it sucks, but you don’t like it here anymore?”
“Nawww, too expensive. Once I pay my went, I barely have enough.”
“Tell me about it. It is expensive here. You’re right.”
“I go Texas.”
“What??? You’re leaving San Francisco for Texas?”
“Yesss, I like Texas. BEAUTIFUL! Warrrm, very warrrrm. And you can buy place for $50,000. Big home. Here you get parking space for that much.”
“Seriously. I hear ya.”
The price we pay to live in the city: expensive, yucky weather. This is the first time I’ve heard of someone leaving permanently after being here so long. Kinda made me sad.