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E*TRADE San Francisco CAN KISS MY ASS
So the other day I took my son Max to the Creme Brulee Cart in San Francisco for a tasty Vanilla Bean creme brulee:
Max is 3 so he likes to run around a lot. There's a ramp around the E*TRADE building on Market and Sutter, which is an irresistible attraction to a free spirt such as my son:
He ran all the way around the circular building, just out of my sight. I knew it was a dead end so I let him get ahead of me:
All of a sudden MAX WAS SCREAMING HYSTERICALLY AND RUNNING THE OTHER DIRECTION:
Because the SONS OF BITCHES at E*TRADE SAN FRANCISCO INSTALLED AUTOMATED ANTI-HOBO WATER SPRAYERS:
No fence, no warning, nothing. SUCK*IT E*TRADE YOU BASTARDS FOR MAKING MY SON CRY. YOU ARE HEARTLESS ASSHOLES.
Would it kill you to put up a fence?