ann’s ordeal
I spent the last three weeks housesitting in San Leandro. The first week I had no bicycle, so I was stuck either walking to BART and shelling out four bucks to travel to civilization (San Francisco) or staying in and, um, shopping at Safeway and waiting for the one decent coffee place, which was across the street, to reopen from being renovated. (They reopened the day after I left)
While I was there, there was a shooting. I couldn’t help wondering if the people who got shot were the couple I passed several times walking to BART. So creepy. On my way into SF for the last time I realized that San Leandro anagrams to “Ann’s ordeal”. I wonder who Ann was.
