What’s Your Damage? No Harm in Asking
Posted on August 24, 2009
Filed Under What's Your Damage?
People are strange, and no one knows it better than Heather, our resident smart-mouthed, drink-slingin’, sociologist. Join her adventures in the ridiculous, hilarious, and grotesque, on a quest to understand just what makes us Bay Area weirdos tick.
Vol. 4: No Harm in Asking
“Why won’t people stand on the right side of the escalator so I can hot-foot it down the left side and not miss my BART train? Why do people stand in the doorways on Muni forcing me to elbow my way out the door at my stop? How much should I tip my cab driver and can I dock his tip for driving too slow or being too chatty? How do I get my ex-boyfriend to stop calling me at 1am?”
Are these the kind of questions you find rolling around in your head as you trip through life around the Bay Area? Whatever you’re wondering about, I want to know… what’s your damage?
When I’m not busy solving SF’s greatest sociological mysteries, I’d love to help you find the answers to your burning questions about Bay-Area life.
Send your questions to heather@culturcosm.com and get some answers for once!
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3 Responses to “What’s Your Damage? No Harm in Asking”
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Heather… if ever I have a question you will be the first lady I come to. You will be my question and answer guru!
I can’t wait to see the questions that come up!
Heather…. Are the people that wave me into an open parking spot really deserved a compensation for their efforts?
No shit, I think about this all the time. People just seem half stoned most of the time. I hate when your in line buying something and the person in front of you waits until the checker tells them the price to pay. That’s why they have the lit up total faceing you, to be ready. Maybe it’s our fast pace. The blocking the escalator or muni doors, besides the fact people are dumb, they go to there quiet little streets outside of the city, and can move slowly, and relax. The city puts adrenalin in our veins and we race from place to place.