Minor Mishap

I need to start writing every day instead of lumping a medley of posts here every Sunday. What’s happened? I’ve become a weekly writer which wasn’t what I wanted. Daily, daily, daily. I’m going to really try from now on.

I went to the KQED studio in Potrero Hill last week to do the recording. The constantly remodeled place is filled with rooms and rooms of recording studios and sets. Very high-end. Very modern. The audio engineer was kind enough to give me a little mini tour after we were done recording. He also happened to be a hard-core marathon runner. When I told him that my piece was on the Bay to Breakers race, we chatted about our respective races, times, and marathons. We got along quite well–so well that he asked if ever I’d want to run with him sometime. Not sure I could keep up (he’s training for an ultra marathon this year), but it was still nice of him to ask.

I requested the earliest recording appointment (8am) and drove into KQED. I promptly drove to work when I was finished. I met a friend for drinks after work, then made my way back home…by bus. As soon as I took my house keys out, I realized my mistake. FUCK! I drove into work and my car was still sitting there in the lot. Ugh. What’s funny was that I had a feeling I was going to forget my car when I parked it in the morning. I’m so used to my routine of taking an express bus home that I knew I was going to forget. And I did. I was so annoyed, I called a cab to take me back down to the financial district.

I called Stephen–the cab driver I mentioned in another post. He’s great. He was at my door in five minutes. “So, going into work late?”

“Noooooh!” I was clearly exasperated. “I drove into work this morning and forgot my car there. I took the bus home instead. I’m so dumb!”

“Oh, stuff like that happens all the time. I picked up this guy once. We were going round and round in circles looking for his car. 15 minutes later, we still hadn’t located it. He said he’d pay $100 to anyone who could find his car. So I got on the intercom, described his car, and within 5 minutes, one of the cab drivers found it. Instead of looking for fares, I had a bunch of cabbies driving around the city looking for this car.”

Stephen’s great. For all you city dwellers, I recommend plugging his contact information into your cell phones.