A friend of mine from spinning class, Liz, finally made her dream come true and bought an apartment in the Mission. I really love her a ton, so I offered to help her with the move, and that's how I spent my usually sacred selfish Saturday.
We moved from the Northern reaches of Daly City. The neighborhood was mostly minority, with the black families living with their backs to the freeway, while the more affluent Asians dominated the upper reaches. Liz's sister-in-law pretended we were not there, almost refusing to say hello. We packed the truck within an hour and disappeared into Liz's new digs in the Mission.