There are experiences and times living in San Francisco that would make any person think, "WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED?" I had one of those moments last week.
I walked into my local coffee shop to grab a mid-afternoon pick-me-up. While I might live near the 'loin, my pick-me-ups come in 8oz cups, not clear baggies. I walk in and the place is busy, with two SFPD officers in front of me. They order their coffees, and the barrista comps them their drinks. Hey, whatever. I have no problem with that as I get comp'd free drinks at bars a lot. Treating your frequent customers well is good business 101. I place my order and stand next to the bar waiting for my au lait. During this time, I watch a homeless guy push his cart up the street and "park" it directly in front of the door, blocking access. He walks in, sees the two cops, reaches in between them, and grabs a couple of spoons from the "stirring jar". He shoves them in his pocket and calmly walks out the door, continuing up the street with his cart. The two cops continue talking with each other.
The barrista asks, "hey did that guy just steal my spoons?" The cops look at him, then go back to talking to each other. About 3 minutes later, one of them decides to do something about it and gets the spoons back from the homeless guy.
Now a few things are a bit crazy here. First, this is probably one of the more audacious "homeless swipes" I think I've seen since I moved to San Francisco. Seriously. This guy up and steals some spoons from a jar which was physically located in between two uniformed SF police officers. Ballsy. This might be the seventh seal of the apocalypse, and the end is nigh. Or at the very least it might be a sign to move to Burlingame.
The other crazy bit is SFPD's complete ineptitude, laziness, and ineffectiveness. I say ineffective because police presence is supposed to deter crime. When you're not afraid of the police, anarchy reigns. I guess that explains the open air drug deals in the Tenderloin in front of the SFPD station there. Don't get me started on the fact that these guys had a pair of free coffees from the business, and they debated whether they should do anything for a good three minutes. Make a note, don't give anything to SFPD and expect anything in return. Obviously they haven't watched Silence of the Lambs. Quid pro quo Clarice.
A certified Creole coonass just trying to get by. I live in San Francisco and work as a digital plumber for the joint that runs this thing. (www.weebly.com)