i raise my hands to the sky and shout "why".
On the way home today, I went to the Mission to grab burritos. Mellow valentine's day, dinner on a packing box while bouncing the baby, you know. I found a great spot, ran in, got burritos, and came out to find a ticket on the car. The great spot was actually a bus zone. See, San Francisco doesn't put signs in front of bus stops; they only have street markings. And those were covered up by all the other cars parked in front of me.
Fine for parking in a SF bus stop: $250.
Ow.
As for the apartment theft, we haven't even gotten a call from an investigator. How expensive does a theft have to be to actually merit attention? I understand there are more serious crimes that need to be dealt with, but still, if there aren't any police cycles to investigate crimes like this then it's pretty much legal to break into people's houses and steal their stuff.
We were at a local bike shop yesterday and the bulletin board had more "stolen! 3 expensive bikes!" cards than it had "bike for sale" cards.
What's interesting about these things is that they're so unremarkable to veteran city dwellers. Everyone has their stuff stolen. Everyone gets gouged by DPT. Everyone can top your story. This kind of crap is normal.
On the plus side, we walked up the street and swung Ian in his first park swing. He loved it.