This is what my neighborhood, The Castro, looks like just after the morning rush hour. The crowds of workers is gone, the sidewalks abandoned to the waves of delivery people and the homeless.
The quandry of my morning is when to hop onto MUNI Metro. If I join the throngs I'm guaranteed a long wait on the underground platform as over-stuffed train after another crawls by, the most unfortunate lot packed into cars with broken air conditioning systems, the windows steamed up, rivulets of condensate flowing down the now-opaque glass.
If I outwait the rush hour the cars are almost empty, and I arrive at work only a short time thereafter.
My solution? Ride later, after packing as much of the morning office rituals as can be done over Wi-Fi. Email, calendaring, phone conferences, working on documents, and the occasional blog post get done over steaming hot coffee.
Then, crush abated, I head into San Francisco's mass transit system.