Right Next To The "Shurts"

The other day as I was walking to work- down Mission, from 7th to 4th, full of interesting people- I was more or less stuck behind a very tall, very skinny woman with allergies to both shampoo and walking in a straight line.

I managed to pass her when she stopped abruptly in front of the dingy window of a dry cleaner's and began- with complete absorption- to write something in the dust. I glanced at it as I accelerated past.

She'd written, with the utmost concentration, "Sope."