You hussie
My mom helped me out yesterday in a big way. First she went to Santa Clara and picked up a dresser for me. Then she braved the traffic and crowds at Ikea in EPA and bought a bed frame. And then she drove all the way to San Francisco and helped me move them into my new room.
She’s like that.
Once we had everything out of her car, I suggested we go find parking and get something dessertish. So we parked on Castro and went to a coffee shop/bar at Market and Noe. We talked about the time she lived in SF and the time immediately following that when she and my dad lived in San Bruno and commuted here for work. She was a nurse at what is now Davies Medical Center at Duboce and Castro. I didn’t realize this until she told me.
Anyway, we had a nice long chat and then walked back to her car. As we did so, we passed this bum on the sidewalk who was laying out in his sleeping bag and who loudly said:
“You trying to seduce me with that necklace? You hussie!”
My mother was wearing a thin chain. The chain passes through the outline of a heart. It’s all gold and very pretty. I thought that comment was hilarious, but it understandably made mom a bit uncomfortable. “I like my necklace!” she said to me defensively, as I put my arm around her.
It seems she isn’t the only one.