Reviews & Comments
San Francisco, CA
It's the little things that make a place unpleasan -
6/27/2013You had me at crappy grocery stores. Then you said all the other heinous things I had noticed living in SF for a short time. Short, because I had to get the hell out before I lost what was left of my mind.
Jenny left out a few items. Ever notice how all the SF news does is report about the horrible crimes in Oakland? I had to hear through the grapevine about the murders in my neighborhood, a nice part of Potrero Hill, mind you. But oh no, there are no problems in SF, just Oakland.
Every day, there was a new pile of shattered glass on my street from a car having been broken into. One day it was mine. The incredible service and efficiency at the body shop was testimony to just how common (and accepted) this is. When you have 500 car window replacements a day, a shop gets really good at it.
I have lived in Austin, Texas, for all of my years, except for those few months in SF. The hipsters are ruining it here, too, and most of them came from, you guessed it, California. I still love that when you walk outside in Austin, you hear live music everywhere. In SF, all I could hear was the clanking of wine glasses and the condescending voices of well-meaning but out-of-touch-with-reality souls.
The drivers are interesting. They honk at you, not to keep you from hitting them, but to punish you or try and educate you becuase you didn't give 30 feet to a bicyclist or went ahead when the homeless guy was still a step from getting up on the curb.
One more thing. I thought the people were actually pretty nice, but they have NO sense of humor. Crack a joke at work, and they look at you like you like you're the devil. Pardon me, but in Texas, we like to laugh at stupid little things - it helps us tolerate the heat.
San Francisco, CA
Jenny nailed it. -
6/27/2013You had me at crappy grocery stores. Then you said all the other heinous things I had noticed living in SF for a short time. Short, because I had to get the hell out before I lost what was left of my mind.
Jenny left out a few items. Ever notice how all the SF news does is report about the horrible crimes in Oakland? I had to hear through the grapevine about the murders in my neighborhood, a nice part of Potrero Hill, mind you. But oh no, there are no problems in SF, just Oakland.
Every day, there was a new pile of shattered glass on my street from a car having been broken into. One day it was mine. The incredible service and efficiency at the body shop was testimony to just how common (and accepted) this is. When you have 500 car window replacements a day, a shop gets really good at it.
I have lived in Austin, Texas, for all of my years, except for those few months in SF. The hipsters are ruining it here, too, and most of them came from, you guessed it, California. I still love that when you walk outside in Austin, you hear live music everywhere. In SF, all I could hear was the clanking of wine glasses and the condescending voices of well-meaning but out-of-touch-with-reality souls.
The drivers are interesting. They honk at you, not to keep you from hitting them, but to punish you or try and educate you becuase you didn't give 30 feet to a bicyclist or went ahead when the homeless guy was still a step from getting up on the curb.
One more thing. I thought the people were actually pretty nice, but they have NO sense of humor. Crack a joke at work, and they look at you like you like you're the devil. Pardon me, but in Texas, we like to laugh.