Sometime on December 21, the world is going to end.
That's the day the ancient Mayan calendar will complete its 5,125-year cycle on this winter solstice. Some people across the globe have taken this to mean that the sun will explode and envelop the planet, Earth will catastrophically collide with a heretofore undiscovered planet or, through a quirk of the Electoral College, Donald Trump will somehow become President of the United States.
Simply based on the eschatological track record of every other doomsday prophecy in history, the odds of all of existence suddenly ceasing to, well, exist, is relatively low.
However, that doesn't mean we here in San Francisco shouldn't plan for the worst in the off-chance that the people buying. If SF is about anything, it's about living life to the fullest (as long as "the fullest" doesn't also entail eating anything that's not ethically sourced). That, and eating enough pot brownies to make any of this end of the world stuff seem even remotely plausible.
We asked a bunch of locals what they would do in the city if they knew the world was ending, other than going to the last San Francisco Bulls game of all time. Here's what they had to say.
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