NOB HILL--MaryAnn and I were sitting outside the Flying Star last night as life in the wet lane unfolded before us. A restaurant with sidewalk tables AND an awning has to be the best thing in the world. It certainly was last night, as an evening shower freshened the edges of a translucent sky.
Behind us, at the table by the door, two young women had come outside to smoke. They lit up and one produced a birthday present for the other. It was a purse...just right it seems for certain moments in the busy life of the giftee.
"I saw him last night," the birthday girl began. "I was like, 'Aauugh!'"
"Duh!" exclaimed her friend.
"Like AAAAAuuuuggggghhh!"
"Aaaaahhh."
"Like Uuuhhh Hhhhuuuu!!!"
"Mmmuumm?"
"Hummph."
Cigarettes finished, the two wandered back to whomever...whatever...was waiting for them.
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