Tom is away this week on a business trip to San Francisco, a city we both like to shit on because it literally gets shit on all the time. Don’t believe me? Check out this poo map.
Despite the pain of being on a work trip in a “bum-ridden hell hole,” there are always upsides to being in California.
“It’s just lovely here,” texted Tom. I barely heard the phone ping over the din of yesterday’s torrential downpour. “Like 72 and sunny. I had to visit the Google office earlier, had free lunch outside overlooking the bay.”
I interviewed there once before, I said. I got a free bottle of water.
Also thankfully, Tom has friends there – the open-minded ladies who set us up, no less! – Last night, he dined with our friend Amy at Mandalay, a Burmese restaurant which is, according to Amy, supposed to be less famous and but no less delicious than the legendary Burma Superstar.
“How was it?” I asked this morning.
“Oh it was alright,” he said, “But I still want to get In n’ Out.”
I reminded him about the photo.
“I went out of the hotel and there were literally seven bums in view,” said Tom, “But it was super obvious I was taking a selfie so I had to aim for bums across the street.”
A little while later, he sent the photo above.
“Man, where are you?” I asked.
He is staying in the Tenderloin, which, if you Google Image it, produces these results:
Anyway, absence makes the heart grow fonder and I’m looking forward to Tom’s return tomorrow evening. He’s great over text, but he’s better in person.
Happy Thursday 🙂 And sorry if you live in San Francisco.