Why is it that every time the cheesy 80s movie “Can’t buy me love” is on TV, I get sucked into watching it. It seems as though I’ve watched it more than 10 times. Did I just admit to watching this cheese fest over 10 times?

Anyway, here’s the basic premise of “Can’t buy me Love”. Nerd Ronald Miller, who cuts lawns for extra money, makes a deal with the most popular girl in school to date him for a month so he can be cool. The popular girl, Cindy Mancini, wore her very expensive mother’s outfit to a party where some kid ruined it after he spilled wine on it. In a panic she heads back to the store to return the outfit. The man at the store gives her some bad news. He will not be able to take the dress back because it’s stained with wine. Wow, didn’t see that coming. Our nerd Ronald happens to be at the same mall across the way and is about to dump his entire lawn cutting earnings on a new telescope for $1000. When he looks through the telescope and spots poor old dress for her for $1,000 dollars (hmmm coincidental?) she must agree to date him for a month.

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When I was in San Francisco a couple weeks ago, a colleague urged me to stop in the Buena Vista for a world famous Irish Coffee. We went in, sat at the bar and ordered two Irish Coffees. They were fantastic! Of course we had to order two more. Sitting at the bar I felt as though I had entered a time machine. The bartender was wearing a white jacket and tie. He was not only a master pourer when it came to Irish Coffees but he was also a comedian and magician. It’s one of those places you hit as a tourist and five years later remember the Irish Coffee as your longest lasting memory.

I was in San Francisco two weeks ago when I came across a man groveling for cash. I briefly read his sign as I was passing. I had to take a double take. Here’s what the sign said:

I HAVE NO MONEY BECAUSE YOU ARE UNSING ENVELopes AND Rubberbands. fold THE CASH

I don’t exactly know what it means but apparantly it has caused this man much hardship. I questioned the man and he asked me if I saw him on television. I told him I was from out of town. He then mumbled something under his breath. I gave the man a dollar and asked if I could snap his photo. He seemed happy to oblige.

The sign was interesting but not as good as the one I saw last year in San Francisco. An African American man was holding a sign that read:

I am collecting money for the U.N.P.F.
(United Negro Pizza Fund)

As I walked by I stopped, did a double take, and laughed. He said “You like that?” “It’s worth something” he grinned. I agreed and promptly whipped out a buck. He said thanks and I went about my business.