This is the story of a city, a city unprepared for the impending cluster fuck of Friday the 31st, 2014. The shining City by the Bay, nursing its collective hangover from the stupendous revelry two nights prior, wakes to a new horror: A HEAVING, WET, ORANGE AND BLACK MONSTER DESCENDING ON MARKET STREET!
It's a perfect storm of traffic jams: Halloween costume fanatics, SF Giants victory parade goers, Critical Mass cyclists, and a drought-busting rain storm. The bridges turn into parking lots, bus stops are soggy grump-fests, BART stations are crowded pits of despair, and every inch of pavement in San Francisco is covered in 4,500 pounds of confetti. There's nowhere to run! There's ... a few places to hide! Stay at home this Friday or be consumed by The Commute from Hell!