While driving to the airport this morning, I caught a traffic warning about an overturned fruit truck just north of where I was, so even with 15 minutes on city streets, I managed to get to the airport with plenty of time to spare, rather than being stuck behind a crew trying to deal with 3000 pounds of bananas all over 101.
Try telling a client that you can’t make a meeting because the entire highway slipped on a banana. Fortunately, I’m not in that position…. I am, however, in a hotel with NO WIFI, so I’m down in the business center, plugged into their Ethernet. It’s interesting watching my reaction: I know that Wifi isn’t ubiquitous yet, and there are tons of places in Silicon Valley where I never check for it because I know it’s not there; and yet, I get to the hotel, realize there’s no wireless, instantly feel like I’ve parachuted into the middle of nowhere, and get all Creative Class City Bitchy.
I need to switch to decaf.
I went to dinner tonight at a P. F. Changs that’s the anchor of this mall that’s a wonderfully weird little faux main street. It’s got P. F. Chang’s at one end, a Barnes and Noble at the other, and this block with old-fashioned looking streetlamps and benches. It’s so sincere, and in some way I can’t precisely describe, amazingly hideous. It makes Walt Disney’s Main Street USA look real. I loved it.