Walking back from the post office, I see a young woman approaching from the opposite direction. She, like 90% of San Franciscans, is holding a black square object in her hand. She is gazing at it as she walks and smiling sweetly, fondly. She has clearly gotten a text from someone she loves.
She then raises the object to her mouth and takes a large bite out of it.
Oh. Um, so not a phone then.
No, what we have here is a woman who has a tender affection for brownies. Long may she reign.
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