What can't you find in San Francisco? Nothing.
For a campaign, I needed a seven foot tall pole. Alright, I'm not going to run to the nearest home depot. I'm sticking to my hood because I know I can find whatever I need here in the Mission.
Sure enough, a "Julio's Hardware" appeared after a few blocks of wandering with open eyes. The place was started before San Francisco existed. It was cluttered like an agoraphobe's basement moments before they pass on. The entrance was a tunnel carved out between aged boxes and tools piled atop each other. Anything made of metal involving a functional purpose in the nature of handymannesss was buried within this 200 x 12 foot cove.
The owner was fast approaching a century of existence but had a grip like a vice clamp. "Whatcha need son?"
Ten minutes later and I leave with a seven foot tall galvanized aluminum pole. Awesome.