Oh, I am having quite a morning, Casey.

So I was on the escalator.

I was on the train today.

I got off.

I went up the escalator at Embarcadero.

You know, it's a very long escalator.

It is.

And, you know, very crowded rush hour.

And someone bumped into me and knocked my phone out of my hand onto the platform below. And so I thought, okay, well, I'm midway

up the escalator. Wait, so how far did it drop? Probably 15 feet. Okay. Like a significant drop.

Big drop. And I thought to myself, if I get to the end of this escalator and come back down,

it's going to be too late.

Someone will have snatched it or accidentally kicked it onto the tracks like my phone has gone. You do not have much faith in the citizens of San Francisco.

Have you visited San Francisco?

Yes, I think a phone could generally survive 30 seconds on the ground, but I guess we'll find out what happens.

Anyway, well, I had severe separation anxiety in the split second before I decided to do what I did,

which was to try to run down the crowded up escalator.

So I became that guy who was like pushing through the commuters being like,

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

And it took forever because the escalator was moving in the opposite direction. So I started my morning

by alienating and possibly injuring some people on my way down to retrieve my phone. And I would

just like to formally apologize to everyone at the Embarcadero subway stop between 815 and 830

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