"Welcome to the club. I rather appreciate the Paratransit program for elderly and disabled. You shake their chairs and they think they are going shopping? (evil, I know)"
@SaraByrd - Hahaa! Evil. I lived in "an" Institute for Hypnotherapy. I put "an" because there was more than one, obviously. Highlights of my time in that flat included:
-the occ 70 year old hippy ladies sunbathing/lounging around nekid in the back yard.
-the "bird" cage, also in the back yard - found out later that the cage was made by and for a gent to sit in also nekid whilst releasing his anger.
-the dog upstairs on Prozac, off Prozac he would leap off the balcony trying to fly after birds.
-the weird conspiracy theories and neighborhood wars.
why the hell did i live there ... oh yeah...
-the 10 minute commute to work, I could have my dag, the amazing view of the bridge/bay on one side and walking distance to Tilden Park: "You could ride horses (real or carousel variety), picnic, swim at Lake Anza faux beach, stroll through the Botanic Garden, hike or camp amongst the 2,077 acres to wildlife shelter and preserve. watch for bobcats though cause they'll be watching you. ;-)