A few years ago, I was trying to decide whether to stay in SF or flee to Austin. An incident in front of the techno-sushi restaurant helped to push me in the right direction.

I was walking down 16th St past Techno-Sushi, and three sorority girls offered me their leftovers. I didn't even bother to answer them. As I walked away, one of them said to the other, "Well, you try to help, and this is what you get." What the fuck??

The next day, I booked a flight to Austin to look for a house.