»In which the Lower Haight is disgusting above all things

Kendall sez it all in his winning entry in SFist's Fake Tales of San Francisco contest.

A man in chef's garb passed by, carrying a broken saucepan. "Which way is the pot club?" he asked. As I pointed him up towards the 400 block, I saw the 71 making its way around one of the hourly meter patrols. "Darn, my watch must be slow!" I muttered.

... high-larious.