San Franciscans are a different breed.

I nearly smacked my face on some concrete today. As I was walking to the grocery store, I crossed at the intersection and caught the tip of my shoe (my new work shoes I was trying to break in) on the sidewalk and went flying. I was able to catch myself, with a bit of arm flailing, and I remained intact. I looked around, naturally, to see if anyone happened to see me nearly crash. Of course. It was a busy intersection and other people had crossed the street with me. I glanced behind myself, pausing, and people walked right past me. There was no way they had not seen me, but I was confused. If I was out and about, and I saw someone nearly plant their face into the cement, I would at least ask if they were okay. I mean, I was indeed fine, it was plain to see no harm had been done, but not one person asked if I was alright. I couldnt believe it. The part of me that believes the goodness exists in all humanity took a blow to the gut today.