Taxi, follow that parcel - he might need help!

I went down to Fisherman's Wharf today. The first time in about 3 or 4 months. Apart from the gigantic christmas tree and other tinsel draped displays, there seemed to be distinct evidence that San Francisco was still getting it's fair share of tourist.

I know that the statistisians will tell us that this is the worst christmas ever for tourism, and santa's elves have been told that there will be no payout on their profit share this year, but there I was, pressed by the deluge of visitors wnadering around pier 39.

I took a taxi down and agreed to let the driver take me on a roundabout trip so that he could deliver a package. He very kindly turned off the meter for a portion of the journey. Ah, the Christmas Spirit lives!

Arriving home later that afternoon, I met the UPS man at the apartment entrance, struggle with a load of very large parcels. He was a slim man and I didn't spot any reindeer. Satisfied that it wasn't Santa Claus, I gave him a hand with the door and the many packages. I only had letters in my mail today, but seasonal cheer is looking like it may still triumph this Holiday period.