In other words, the most terrifying place in San Francisco. In case you don’t have enough abject horror in your life, you too can visit the Musee Mecanique at Fisherman’s Wharf.
I try to describe Laughing Sal to people, but I don’t think I explain it well. I tell them that she’s a large creepy woman that laughs like a psychopath, and this was supposed to be welcoming. I forget to mention, she’s about 9 feet tall and never stops laughing. Soulless, empty laughter forever. Oh, and she also sways towards you, hands wavering… Meet Sal:
I think these guys dance:
This is not the only execution you can watch for 25 cents:
This sailor looks like a haunted doll I read about once:
It’s unclear in the photo, but this shows buffalo goring a man to death:
Of course, there is a clown:
A mini-carnival assembled by actual convicts:
Matchstick ferris wheel patrons:
I can’t tell if he’s telling secrets or dying:
When I was in 1st grade, I visited the mechanical museum during a school trip. My mom gave me $5 in one dollar bills to try out the machines. However, none of the machines took dollar bills. So I found someone with quarters, and bought them at the favorable exchange rate of $1 per quarter. “Well,” I figured, “dollar bills are useless here anyway, even if they are worth more.” I also had no idea what the appropriate exchange rate should’ve been. Luckily, a teacher observed my stupidity and got my money back. That was when I was shown the magical contraption known to others as “the change machine.” I had also never met one of those before. When I remember how silly I was as a child, I wonder how it is that I’ve survived to be this old.