Lady at Walgreen's, clearly affluent enough to know and afford better asking where the closest McDonald's was and me telling her, while on the inside screaming, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, PLEASE DON'T!
Followed by the panhandler working the BART platform asking for $$ specifically so he could get McDonald's pancakes with butter and syrup.
Now I'm on my way to the East Bay for hair day, with fresh fruit because the stuff they call fruit at Sebastian's favorite diner is such a horror show.
