A bum gets on the 5R. We all brace

A bum gets on the 5R. We all brace for the pungent, uniform stench of the humans this life left behind.

We're San Franciscans. We care. We donate to Planned Parenthood and tuck our generosity into cozy pockets. We embroider selflessness on cropped jeans and paint our nails with an extra coat of earnest angst.

It's the kind of angst that hates the man but skipped the protest for the season finale. We care, we do, it's just convenient.

Ours is a world of choice investment, calculated compassion. It's not because we're callous, but because all hope has limits, and this man with his beautiful pit bull and 20-foot stench doesn't fall within the boundaries today.