There are some fountains on the 16th Street Mall, one of which I thought I could walk over. I tried to time it so I walked over it while the water level was low, but alas, I guessed wrong and the fountain shot straight up into my crotch. As I was walking away laughing, a man walked by, looked at me and asked, “You’re not from around here are you?”

I laughingly said, “No, I’m not.”