You: naked guy with a box, running, 15th/Castro, a.m.
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So, on Friday morning as my girlfriend and I were on the corner of 15th and Castro. I looked up towards 14th where you came from and got onto Castro going south.
And all you had was some cardboard to cover up your private parts. No shoes, no socks, nothing. Zip.
But despite your lack of clothing, you were still gracious enough to say "Morning!" as you passed us by.
My girlfriend and I considered it a good omen. And it was a good weekend, so we thank you.
But I have been wrestling with how you came to be in your predicament. I mean how does one find oneself with no clothing whatsoever? In SF, people always have roommates, surely, even if you pulled a booty call, there would have been a towel, shorts, underwear, something. I mean, you were able to find a box faster than you could find a towel?
So please, if you would, respond. We both of us would like to have an explanation. Please help us, we are at a loss at how clothes (either your original ones, or the others that surely must've been in the house where you stayed) get shredded/vaproized/or are so bad, you chose to go naked vs wearing anything from that collection.
Oh, and we rented The Full Monty in your honour and enjoyed. Thank you for the inspiration.