Strange Dealings at the Oven Mitt Factory

The business was located in a three-story warehouse in the Mission district.

In 1991, I lived in San Francisco and was in desperate need of work. I grabbed a Bay Guardian newspaper and searched the classifieds. There were plenty of clerical and medical assistant gigs but I didn’t want to work in a corporate or hospital setting. I considered a bike messenger gig but this required something sturdier than my wounded Schwinn. That’s when a strange ad leaped out at me: “Oven Mitt Factory in need…