Today, as I walked from my office building to the Geary Theatre to buy tickets for a show, I passed by the Diesel Store. There were three fire engines in front because one of their lamps must have short circuited (I overhead the shopgirl say, “And there was fire coming from the bulb…). It didn’t look serious, but all of its employees (a lot of immaculately dishevelled hipsters) were huddled together outside.