Enough With the Freaking Baseball
This morning I had an 11am appointment across town, and in order to get there needed to cross Market Street (the SF equivalent of Broadway or Comm. Ave.) to pick up my bus. However. This morning there was a parade to celebrate the Giants winning the World Series, and hoards and scores of B&T'ers came to the city. Not to mention half the children took the day off from school here, plus people took a sick day at work.
Unfortunately for me, the parade was starting pretty damn close to that bus stop I needed to get to, and I was fighting my way through a sea of orange. Oh, and on top of that it's also a warm day, and who the hell wants to show up for a meeting all schvitzed out and gross?
Turned out Market Street was blocked, and I couldn't cross the street. I immediately called the person I was meeting with to say I was running late. As the phone rang I figured I could walk to an underground train station, and cross Market Street underneath the street and come up on the other side. But fighting my way through all these people would take a solid half hour. I stood at the edge of a crowd with the phone to my ear. Suggested perhaps it'd be better to meet another day.
At one point I found myself saying, "I'm sorry - a bunch of drunk guys just started screaming and I missed what you said. Could you please repeat that?" and heard laughter. As I walked back home, sweat dripping down my face, everyone else was walking in the opposite direction, and I tried to stay towards the edges of the sidewalk.
There's a whole big list of things to do today, but between the heat and the crowds I just don't have it in me to go back out again.
*In unrelated yet exciting news, I have finally joined the 21st century and can now text! Haven't quite gotten the hang of all the details yet though, which is why my very first text said, "Hey exclamation point".
Unfortunately for me, the parade was starting pretty damn close to that bus stop I needed to get to, and I was fighting my way through a sea of orange. Oh, and on top of that it's also a warm day, and who the hell wants to show up for a meeting all schvitzed out and gross?
Turned out Market Street was blocked, and I couldn't cross the street. I immediately called the person I was meeting with to say I was running late. As the phone rang I figured I could walk to an underground train station, and cross Market Street underneath the street and come up on the other side. But fighting my way through all these people would take a solid half hour. I stood at the edge of a crowd with the phone to my ear. Suggested perhaps it'd be better to meet another day.
At one point I found myself saying, "I'm sorry - a bunch of drunk guys just started screaming and I missed what you said. Could you please repeat that?" and heard laughter. As I walked back home, sweat dripping down my face, everyone else was walking in the opposite direction, and I tried to stay towards the edges of the sidewalk.
There's a whole big list of things to do today, but between the heat and the crowds I just don't have it in me to go back out again.
*In unrelated yet exciting news, I have finally joined the 21st century and can now text! Haven't quite gotten the hang of all the details yet though, which is why my very first text said, "Hey exclamation point".
Labels: People watching
posted by Green at 11/03/2010 03:43:00 PM
1 Comments:
I know the feeling. That was how it was here when Philly won the World Series. I had trouble even getting home from work because the parade route crossed over Broad Street and they had to reroute all the busses to avoid it.
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