I'm queer for five corner intersections.

Except in San Francisco where driving is madness and trying to find a parking spot will drive a nervous woman to drink. I once borrowed a friend's Monticello to drive around in SF. It was a V8 sedan with a hood as large as my bedroom. Driving up those hills and stopping at a stop light I couldn't see over the hood. I had to lean out the window to watch lights change.

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