We woke up at about 0830AM to head to the Jack In The Box in San Francisco for breakfast (all the other breakfast places were slammed).We walked in, ordered, paid, everything was pretty standard until suddenly the door swings open and a stinky homeless man comes rushing in like a zombie from 28 days later with his hand held out.
My dad had just gotten his change from the cashier so he had his money in his hand which prompted the stinky crackhead to come straight to us and mumble some incoherent gibberish that sounded like "2 dollars sammich, sammich is 2 dollars" (with mumbled sounds and snake tongue thrown in between words).
My dad gave him the loose change he had and the guy continued to say "2 dollars, 2 dollars" at which point I gave him a few more coins and told him that's it, he replied with "sammich". At this point I got mad and told him to beat it, he left us and continued around the Jack In The Box.
With the homeless guy gone we were ready to sit down and eat so we go sit at a table and unwrap our food. Just as we sink our teeth into the breakfast a guy dressed in a blue pimp suit comes into the Jack In The Box and comes straight to us, he throws his hand out over our breakfast and goes "Heyyyyy" flashing some watches he was trying to sell us, we turned him away.
Finally as we are finishing our breakfast, a female homeless woman comes into the place sporting a supreme bitter beer face and cuts the line to stand in the middle of the counter and stare silently at the cashier.
Lesson: Until they get a bouncer, the Jack In The Box on Geary St. is a hotspot for homeless crackheads, street peddlers, and weirdos.
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