Fillmore St. Breakast

I had a coffee and a muffin at The Grove on Fillmore St., and am now sitting in Tully’s Coffee, reading the print version of The Onion.
For a while, I was thinking I’m not stylish enough to be on Fillmore. I either needed to get some really expensive hiking clothes, or a dog of some kind, or maybe a little kid in a high-tech buggy. But now that I’ve sat for a bit, I’ve seen about ten 30-something bald guys with jeans and hoodies. Maybe I just need a pair of sunglasses.
I was going to drag my laptop around, but with all the walking, my BlackBerry should be fine if I feel the need to get on the Web. Besides, unlike all the guys here, I don’t have a murse or courier bag.