You know those religious cult flicks and books that talk about the rapture?
Where folks depart this earth in a flight towards heaven and then there’s the chaos left on earth for those “left behind?”
Come on, of course you do. It’s referenced in 6 feet under, the simpsons, and most other pop culture commentary/cleverati specials that are in the media.
Well the Parking Rapture is iminent for San Francisco.
For you see — everyone is heading out for Burning Man.
And I, with my aversion to huge crowds and penchant for heat rashes is staying in SF.
Which makes the city during the week when everyone else is out in the desert absolutely deserted.
I can find parking ANYWHERE in the city.
I can go anywhere and find the crowds decidedly less furtive.
I’m left behind in the company of little Chinese ladies and fuddy duddies who don’t like sweat and dust.
It’s a land bereft of geeks & hipsters, hoopers, clubbers, teens, nerds, nouveau chic geek, and what not.
I’m left behind.
And seriously, I don’t really mind it.