At no point during this story did any jackass try to show me beads

Erinn writes of her trip to San Francisco, which gave me flashbacks of something that happened to me in San Francisco.

I was in a car, allegedly on my way to dinner. The driver abruptly put the car into park, leaped out of the vehicle, shouted that we should park the car, and sprinted into Herbivore. One of the passengers calmly got out, got into the driver's seat, drove car around the corner, and parked it. We all reconvened inside Herbivore, then left to go get dinner somewhere else.

I have left a few important details out of this story in order to foil poetry attempts.