There is an excellent article on SFGate.com today on a phenomenon that San Francisco knows all too well: why aren’t your working?! Here is a snippit:
Who are these people? At any given hour on any given workday, well, it turns out it’s not a workday at all. Not for these hordes roaming free, anyway. By rights our parks and movie theaters and stores should be minor ghost towns between 9 and 5 — chanced upon by the occasional tourist or late-night bartender but otherwise peaceful. Instead, they’re inexplicably packed. I didn’t doubt that the packers had sound explanations. I just wanted to hear them.
My dad brought this to my attention when he first moved his office to Union street in San Francisco — home of stroller-pushers and 2-hour lunch breaks.