So this weekend some of my classmates and I went to San Francisco to do some research on board track racing for a new assignment in our class. One of my 'mates knew about this bar that had tons of old bikes in it, so we decided to check it out. The bar was really cool, but the owner of the restaurant and the bike collection was a blob-like, soft-spoken man attached to a defibrillator who apparently was into, "homosexual sex" as he so casually told us. The man was quite rude and it seemed like the waitresses were doing their best to keep him under control while doing their jobs at the same time.
What's funny is that the man appeared to not even know
what the waitress' names were. He would just cough out, "waitress!" when he wanted something from them. Well it made the trip interesting, and we got some great pictures in there.
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