Only in San Francisco

So Todd and I were walking back from the Haight Saturday night after listening to jazz (complete with organ) at Club Deluxe. Wonderful mojitos... Anyway, we're strolling down Clayton towards the Panhandle, staring at the Big Dipper, when all of a sudden we hear a deep, loud dog bark, like a big rottweiler or a pit bull, and we both jumped backwards. We stopped, trying to see in the dark where this big dog was, but we couldn't tell, and the barking and growling continued. I kept scanning the street, the whole time gripping Todd's arm like it was a life or death situation, knowing he would protect me if some wild beast came at me (as I'm obviously cuter and tastier). After awhile, we finally realized it wasn't a dog barking, but a homeless man snoring, all wrapped up in his sleeping bag underneath a big tree on the sidewalk! So there you have it, kids. Forget about paying rent. The streets of San Francisco are so comfy, you can happily snore your night away on a big slab of taxpayer-provided cement.