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Pimping our startup wherever possible
San Francisco, 3rd March 2012
Hell yeah, even in the snow-covered fields at Yosemite National Park.
GameMaki pride.
Probably the silliest thing I’ve ever done so far
San Francisco, 1st March 2012
Happened to hear about the cement slides at Seward Street and was intrigued by it. Since I was in San Francisco and it was (relatively) easy to get to, I thought why not?
It seems like around the states, or at least in the Bay Area, there are always warning signs at children’s playgrounds that assert that the playground is for kids only. Either that, or no adults allowed unless accompanied by children. I hated that rule, because they have awesome playgrounds.
When I reached the slides, the same sign was there – but I ignored it.
At the top of the world, uh, slide.
The slides looked awesome. It just happened to be incredibly dirty. A huge pile of soil lingered at the base of the slide, and the slide in general seemed to also be covered in a layer of sand/soil/whatever. But damn, it’s a magnificent slide. Unlike those plastic colourful thingamajigs we have these days.
Standing at the top of the slide, I suddenly felt a bit daring. Not wanting to dirty my pants (I only had 4 pairs of pants for an 18 day trip and I did not want to bother with laundry), I decided to make my way down on my feet. After taking a few steps, I decided it was relatively easy and continued on.
The next thing I knew, I was stuck.
The rest of the slide in front of me was horribly steep (think a 60 degree elevation downwards). I couldn’t climb out of the slide either because it was darn difficult to (the pavements next to the slides were steep and slippery) and … it’s much easier to make one’s way down a slide than up a slide, isn’t it?
Uh, oh.
Dawdled for several minutes, with my buddy Jesslyn helpfully laughing away at the top of the slides. Eventually decided that the best way out was down.
Clinging on to the side of the slides for my dear life, I attempted to descend the 60 degree steep remainder of the slides. I could feel myself slipping, so I gripped on harder … but it wasn’t enough.
Because the next thing I knew, my feet slipped out from under me and I fell hard on my butt, whooshed down the rest of the slide at top speed and landed straight into the pile of soil.
Damnation.
Only injury sustained was a small layer (or two) of skin ripped from my left hand and a bruise to my ego. Oh, and very dirty pants.
NOW I know why those “no adults” signs are there.
Being a tourist doesn’t earn you special privileges
Yesterday evening, mum and I were queuing up at an extremely packed Fish & Co restaurant. We were inching closer to the front of the line when we witnessed the following scene.
Said lady was already at the front of the line (and just in front of us). Apparently she was so tired of waiting that she bugged the waitress for a seat. When the waitress informed her that there are no seats available, not even for one person, she turned nasty.
“I am a tourist, you know. How can you tell me that there are no seats for me?”
The waitress had to pacify her (when she could very well be serving other customers, grateful customers may I add). The supervisor was called out. And the duo struggled to appease her.
Later on …
“How can you say that just because I am only one person, you don’t have a seat for me?”
Well, now she was twisting words.
The duo continued to explain the situation to her which seemingly didn’t work, because she just turned away and stalked off eventually.
All that time, I stood behind that her, silently seething because she was giving the poor young waitress hell when the latter didn’t deserve it. Was extremely tempted to tell her off, but kept quiet. Now I’m regretting the fact I didn’t stand up for the waitress.
Please. Being a tourist doesn’t mean the world owes you a living.
This woman wasted the resources of two people (in a packed restaurant) which eventually amounted to nothing. It’s best to not give a hoot with unreasonable people. They’re just crying for attention.
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