so funny that my take away is always and forever will be that after speed walking to BART, skipping steps on the escalators in a panic, hopping through train car doors I was worried were going to close (never actually closing doors, that’s gauche), skipping steps up all flights at the Embarcadero, speed walking to my appointment and just making it on time, that "I can make it downtown in 20 minutes, maybe 15?” and not any of the luck or urgency required to make that happen.