When I flew out of SFO yesterday I got a brilliant view of the city.  I saw the Golden Gate Bridge (GGB) and was reminded of the first time I saw it a couple of months ago and thought I would share the story.

John and I went to SF for a long weekend and while John worked on the Friday I took myself off to Alcatraz.  I got the ferry across and as soon as I saw the GGB I marvelled at how long it was and proceeded to take at least 453 photos of it from every angle. 

When I met up with John later that day I started showing him my photos and relaying a story from my ferry trip back. 

Me: Look at my all my photos of the GBB (flicking through them)

John: Gobsmacked silence

Me: Look, here are some more

John: Continued gobsmacked silence

Me: I met a guy on the ferry back who offered to take a photo of me with Alcatraz in the background.  He then asked if I wanted a photo with the bridge behind.  I craned my head around to see what he was talking about and saw the red bridge.  I kinda shrugged dis-interested as I didn’t know what the hell that particular bridge was.  He took the photo anyway (see above). 

John: Are you being serious?

Me: Why?

John: The red bridge is the Golden Gate Bridge.  At least you got one photo of it.  Idiot.

Me: Oh.