Last night, I got into a cab and told the driver to take me to 1325 Columbus in North Beach.
Cabbie: “Are you sure you want to go there?”
Me: “Uhhh, yeah, why?”
Cabbie: “I don’t know. Maybe you’d want to go some place like Burning Man with me.”
Me: “Why would you say that?”
Cabbie: “You totally look like a Burner.”
Me: “Seriously? That’s so weird. No one suspects that I’m a Burner. That’s so funny you think I am. I mean, I am, but no one knows just from looking at me.”
Cabbie: “I knew as soon as you got into my cab.”
So I was totally oblivious that my Burning Man friend Hector was the cab driver. That’s how dense I am these days.