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I love hole in the wall restaurants – and I can’t remember which one we were looking for but I was with my mom in SF about 7 or 8 years ago. I said okay mom, we are walking through not the best neighborhood (Tenderloin), just keep your eyes to yourself and mind your own business. My mom has a bit of a staring problem so I knew to preempt this with telling her to cut it out before it became an issue. From what I read, I thought it sounded more or less okay, how bad could it be?
So here we are, walking through the tenderloin, when in front of us about 10 feet a door flies open violently. I am thinking oh shit. A half naked woman comes barreling out the door (like literally not wearing pants, in her underwear, rolling down some stairs and out the door onto the ground).
Immediately after, we see a suitcase flying through the air – which of course opens mid way to explode clothes and makeup and various brikabrak all over the street. By this time, we are stopped in our tracks and my mom has got the “stink eye” going.
I start pushing my mom along past the woman. As we pass the open door, there is another woman in her underwear and topless screaming about drug money or something to the woman who is now sitting bewildered on the ground. I keep pulling my mom along, who is more then gawking as we clear the door and the woman in the stairwell starts shouting at her. I thought my mom was going to be smacked for sure.
I felt kind of bad for the women, they didnt look like they were in the best shape – not exactly clean and covered in bruises, probably from IV drug use. That was the last time my mom let me drag her through a rough neighborhood.