My wife and I were visiting San Francisco back in the days when many people believed that sanity was not an option. As we were looking over a store on Market Street, a hairy disheveled young man came up to us and offered us a selection from his box of chocolates. Unwisely, we accepted.
As we left the store, the chocolates took over. Even though it was a chilly day with a light rain falling, we decided to go for a walk. As we randomly wandered the streets, we found ourselves becoming more and more passionately affectionate. Eventually, we came to a park (Union Square, probably the most public place in San Francisco! We were less than a hundred yards from a five-story Macy's!). We sat on a bench and began physically recalling our make-out days. Soon, we found ourselves on the ground, our clothes all disarrayed, actually making love!
We had just finished and were coming to ourselves and getting up, when I felt a hand on my shoulder. Oh, dear, I thought, we're busted! I nearly had a heart attack, and I was wondering if and how I could keep Pam out of jail, when he spoke.
As you might expect, the voice said, “Hey, buddy, can you spare a quarter?” He got his quarter.
For sure, we never accepted candy from strangers again.
