We had just walked up Fillmore from Lombard and were waiting at the stop on Union for a muni bus to take us to her apartment. At the time (this was around 1983) I described him as "like Robin Hood" dressed in green with a bow and quiver of arrows over his shoulder, but now I realize that was wrong. There is no other explanation. It must have been Savior.
Yes, we were both very high on mushrooms. No, she never admitted to also seeing him. But let's be serious: we were about to board a muni bus late on a Friday night in San Francisco and a man with a bow and arrows was not the freakiest thing we would see in the course of our journey.