CLASH OF THE TITWADS

After another scrumptious Friday lunch at Nopalito, I was waiting for the 24 at Divisadero and Oak in the middle of all that nasty construction, so parts of the sidewalk were blocked. I observed gleefully as two clueless shitheads barreled down the sidewalk on a collision course. The guy was texting, while the chick was walking her dog without keeping track of the leash extension. When they crashed and became entangled, I snickered out loud. No, they didn’t giggle, pop a mint, and fall in love as on TV. Instead, they threw each other major attitude. That is sweet justice for two of the biggest sidewalk infractions in my book. “You’re both at fault, asswipes! Deal with it!”