Of course that even in an in-and-out “helicopter” trip not seeing anybody else, I couldn’t visit the Bay Area and not visit Pancho. So I parked the car, went across the street, stood in line for about ~5-10 minutes to order and pay, and then I realized I didn’t have my water bottle. I went across the street back to the parking garage and there it was, on top of the payment machine. It survived another close death. (and Lisa and Shanahan: thank you for my favorite water bottle!). 🙂
