Early this afternoon I was walking down Market (with my mom, no less) and suddenly there was this guy running full-tilt toward us in a state of panic -- followed at extreme speed by three cops. In the quarter second before he passed us, my immediate instinct (to the no-doubt delight of uke
) was, "I must now step sideways and trip this man."
An eighth of a second after that (to the no-doubt delight of my
employees) was "no, then that man will sue me."
So I didn't. And then suddenly there were six cops chasing him (and you know what cops look like, they are not "running oriented"). They turned a corner and were all gone.
And then a second and a half later I thought, "wait, this is exactly how Uncle Ben died."