Last week Celeste and I were in San Francisco. I was there to run an event for my client (Competitive Financial Intelligence, if you’re curious) and Celeste flew out later in the week. We stayed through Saturday, flying home on the Saturday night redeye, and in general we had a great time. Unfortunately one event has me seriously questioning my decision making skills and my ability to survive outside my safe bubble of suburban tranquility.
On Saturday afternoon we were at Ghirardelli Square trying to decide what we would do before heading back to the hotel to collect our bags and head to the airport. Celeste wanted to see the Victorian homes and we decided it might be a nice walk there and then we could catch a bus, trolley or cab from there to our hotel. We’d gone a few blocks when it started raining pretty hard with a nice strong wind (gale) thrown into the mix. So we turned around and headed towards the trolley stop which we figured we could ride back to Union Square and do some store browsing before we went to the airport. When we got to the trolley stop we saw an amazingly long line so I figured we could walk a ways and try to catch a cab…in the rain. Brilliant!
So we started walking and were continuously passed by overflowing trolley’s and unavailable cabs. I had the forethought to spend $5 on a cheap umbrella before we left the waterfront, but it promptly succumbed to the wind and rendered itself useless. So we walked, and we walked. Alot of it uphill. All of it in clothes that weren’t exactly weatherproof. Eventually we decided we were far enough into the walk that we might as well go all the way, which means we arrived at our hotel in the early evening looking like a couple of wet rats.
Obviously I made a strategic error in deciding to walk. We would have been much better served by going back to Fisherman’s Wharf and standing in line for the trolley or walking down to the Embarcadero where there was a taxi line. But no, I had us walk uphill for a couple of miles through a driving rain, knowing that we had nowhere to change clothes before heading to the airport. Decision making at its finest, and one more reason I’ll never even consider trying out for Survivor.
