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Hot Dog Days My San Francisco Chronicles rant tourists Work Diaries

Chaos with the Cable Car

Today, for some reason, the Powell-Mason Cable Car line was not working, so that equaled crappy business for the hot dog cart. As a result as well, I got so many questions from frantic tourists who were wondering “Why or why were the cable cars not running?!” The MUNI Cable Car workers had a small sign up by the waiting area, but it was not noticeable enough. They kept their ticket booth open until 4pm, but that was that.

In many ways, they could have done more. Sure, perhaps these breakdowns happen frequently for them and they feel they do not need to answer tourists when tourists ask “Why is it not running?” But it’d help if they made the news more noticeable/public so people would not be left either standing there stupidly waiting for a nonexistent cable car to arrive or asking the same question over and over and over.

It became irritating near the end of the day; people wanted to know why it was not running, and you know what, I didn’t have the answer to that, and I probably never will since I do not even work with the cable car people. I feel like tourists assume that I gain this sort of information via osmosis, but sadly I have to burst their bubble on that idea.

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Busride Observations My San Francisco Chronicles observation rant transportation

Ignorant people on the bus.

Today I felt very irritated in the morning while I was riding on the bus. Around Columbus and Union, three men got on the bus and were being so very rude. From the way they dressed and acted, I could tell they were from a very rural area in the US, and it really infuriated me to hear them being so openly ignorant. They were making fun of a Hispanic woman talking on her cell phone, and kept making snide remarks about the minorities in San Francisco.

Um, excuse me? You want to talk about being racist/ignorant in a city where diversity rules? I was so seriously pissed off when I got off the bus, because it just angered me: why were these men here in San Francisco and badmouthing minorities? I felt like they were completely out-of-place and that they were just here to cause trouble. Really, when we were all on the bus, they were probably the minority on the bus…yet they insisted on being bigots and being rude about Chinese and Hispanics.

Yes, please, just go back to where you came from, because we don’t need people like you in San Francisco.

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feelings love rant

Untitled.

Dear XX,

To be used for someone else’s own selfish purposes is the worst feeling to ever have. I hope you will understand this feeling one day.

– me

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Hot Dog Days My San Francisco Chronicles rant tourists Work Diaries

"Where is…?"

How many times do I have to say this: the hot dog cart is NOT an information booth. Please DO NOT ask me for directions to the Apple Store, Macy’s, Chinatown, et. al. Even if I do know, I do not need to tell you since you are not even a paying customer.

I mean, seriously, why do people not look on a map or at least attempt to find the places for themselves first? I would be more accommodating if they were to tell me that they had been searching for a long time, but most people just approach me and grunt “Where is *insert location here*?!?!” And when I tell them “I don’t know” they just frown at me and act pissed off that I don’t know.

I’m sorry I do not know San Francisco so well, but then again, all the places you ask for I don’t even frequent. Look it up on your map, or go to an actual information booth.

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Asian-American Chinese Culture rant

ABCs (American-Born Chinese)

It’s almost always like this:

While being introduced to another Chinese person…

Chinese person: Oh, who are you?
Parents’ friends: Oh, she’s my friend’s daughter. She was born here [in the United States].
Chinese person: Oh, I see, you’re one of those American-Born Chinese.
Me: Uh..yeah? (Thinks to self “You got a problem with that?”)

I don’t like how the fact that I was born here in the US is always made into such a big deal when I’m with relatives or family friends. Can’t they just get over the fact and let us ABCs be?