Leaving work around 5pm in the heart of the Financial District is like swimming along a tidal wave. You have to throw yourself in there, then you’re carried by big crowds of fast walking suits. I was walking toward my bus stop. Most people were moving toward BART.
Stopped on the corner of Bush and Sansome, waiting for the red light to flash green, a tall woman lit a cigarette and began smoking. Some people turned around and gave her a sour look. I was behind her and quickly dodged left. Others spilled out into the street to get away from that horrid smell.
I thought, wow, I can’t remember the last time I saw someone smoke a cigarette. Swear to God. Nor do I know anyone off-hand, right at this minute, who smokes. It’s so weird. From the way the crowd dispersed as soon as they smelled cigarette smoke, it looks like most people in general (at least here in San Francisco) can’t stand it.
Anyone out there still smoke?