Man Snoozing in Double Bed on Street Gets SFPD Wake-Up
|Dustin expresses regret that this wake-up call was necessary|
The incongruity of a man slumbering beneath a starry-skies-patterned blanket on a mattress and box springs on the sidewalk beneath the not-exactly starry skies is jarring, and your humble narrator stopped to inquire just as the police pulled up.
A trio of officers exited the cruiser. One lifted the blue blanket, revealing a pink-faced man blinking at the not-quite 9 a.m. sun. "Good morning," the officer said.
The supine man replied in kind, adding that he was deeply embarrassed he didn't wake up at an earlier hour. "I can't believe I slept in like this. I meant to be places."
"What's your name, brother?" asked another cop. "Dustin," replied the man.
|An officer asks Dustin to lean the mattress and box spring against the wall at a sharper angle, so they don't fall onto the sidewalk|
Dustin pulled on his boots and bundled the clothes and shoes that were sitting atop the mattress. He leaned a faded blue Schwinn on a laundromat wall and left the starry blanket atop a trash can. He propped the mattress and box spring next to his bike.
"You found the mattress there?" queried an officer. Dustin nodded. Left unsaid was that toting around a queen-sized bed is inconvenient for a man with a bicycle and little else.
"You have a great day, officers," he said, wheeling his bike down Mission. Clothes fell onto the ground. Asked where he'd go next, Dustin smiled and replied he wasn't sure.
He rubbed his jaw and said that sleep has been hard to come by, as he has a toothache. But then he smiled. "Those mattresses sure kicked ass, though."