Bohan: We left Art’s arcade and headed over to drop off a load of shirts at our favorite Donut shop, Bob’s Donuts. We were in a rush because our friend Amanda was working there that night, and had demanded that we arrive before 1:30am to say hi.
Pitts: Around 1:45 we showed up at Bob’s. Our friend owns the place, and we go there to hang out with him after long nights in the city. He usually isn’t in until at least 2:00am, but tonight he was there early. All the better!
Pitts: Joe was on a SUUUUUPER long conference call with some of the MotorMavens bigwigs… here he is, still on the phone lol.
Ayala: 😐
Ayala: I would’ve come in earlier, but you know… MotorMavens is serious business. I sometimes have to put in long hours, but it’s really gratifying working with them. Worth every minute.
Pitts: If you haven’t been to Bobs, you’re missing out on a smorgasbord of what I like to call “local color”. Everything from ultra-flaming homosexuals, hookers, pimps, and bums, to police/firemen, film crews, and cool dudes like us. For instance, there’s a guy who lives down the street that they call “Ham Sandwich.” This guy has the uncanny ability to out-creep and out-weird the creepiest and weirdest people around. If you think the transvestite hooker who comes into Bobs and doesn’t order anything but states that she invented the sprinkle is weird, you ain’t seen nothing! Ham Sandwich will step in and say “You wanna come upstairs to my place? I’ll make you a ham sandwich.”
Bohan: One night I went to Bob’s with Art and two other friends and we were hanging out with Andrew, another guy who works there. Bob’s is one of the few places still open after the bars close, so it’s a popular spot for hookers to grab some hot chocolate to stay warm. On this night however, the hookers were staying away. We noticed a few start to come in the door, but then quickly change their mind and keep walking. Then Andrew had an epiphany. “Oh! They think you guys are pimps!” He went on to explain that hookers won’t go around other pimps, because those pimps would have the right to take their money and claim them as their own hookers. That’s the code of the street, at least on Nob Hill. Anyway, we went outside to observe some more, and sure enough, now and then a hooker would come around the corner and start to turn onto Polk Street, but then change her mind and keep going straight. Andrew knows most of them and they all have each others numbers, and pretty soon one texted him, asking “What are all those pimps doing there?” He told her not to worry and that it was okay if they came to get hot chocolate. They still wouldn’t come, so he had to tell her we weren’t actually pimps, but just really cool dudes. As soon as they heard the news, a car rolled up and three hookers got out, went inside, and bought hot chocolate. Hilarious!
.:Bohan, Pitts, and Ayala
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