Dropped Tommy at EH, dropped mom's DL and docs she left in my car at her place, and took Lauren to SF. We had a great time. We went to the Tulip Gardens in Golden Gate Park, had a stellar lunch at the Park Chalet next door, then we walked the full length of the Golden Gate Bridge and back. On the side that we later realized is supposed to be for bikes only. When driving into SF, a jogger crossing an offramp was offended by my failure to slow and stop for them. He hit the back of my car with his hand. I explained to Lauren that he was entirely out of his rights to be running in the street and expect me to slow for him when he saw me coming. Whatever. Some people are entitled assholes. We also had a few snide comments from people on bikes when we walked the west side of the bridge back. There's no signage, no indication whatsoever that there are some time constraints, so don't be mad at us, be angry at the bridge staff for not making these constraints clear to visitors. Sheesh. Oh, and we returned home to the same old dismissive, argumentative shit from Tommy. One would think the trauma and shock of the past two weeks would change his default need to argue, but that's not the case.
