The wheelchair guy is back. Turns out he has a Chippendales torso silkscreened on the back of his chair. Hmm. That doesn’t look like standard hospital issue… Although this is San Francisco…
I’m not sure I feel so sorry for this guy anymore. If you can afford the mental energy and financial cost of having a mostly naked man applied to the back of your chair, maybe you’re just crazy in one way. The middle-of-the-street cruising way, not the, “I’m not sure where I’m headed way.”
Circling our block isn’t the way to Vegas though. Maybe he doesn’t have GPS. I’ll print out directions to Rio and run down with them. I’ll be right back.
Displaced 
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