San Franciscans who don’t live in the Sunset or Richmond would probably like to disown the Sunset and the Richmond. Because it’s “far.” Actually, if you think about it, the city isn’t big at all, so nothing really is “far,” but when you add in 1) tourists who can’t drive, 2) Asians who can’t drive, 3) everyone else who can’t drive, 4) stop signs, 5) poor urban planning aka untimed stoplights, and 6) pedestrians who feel like they’re on top of the world when they jaywalk or cross the street at a snail’s pace, three miles will take you at least half an hour. So, the Sunset is very “far.”
I never minded it much, because of what I liked about the Sunset:
1) Hot Pot Garden
2) Asian dessert shops (have you guys TRIED fluffy snow?!)
3) Mostly easy street parking, except on Irving
But now I have a reason to hate it, especially because I’m a Marina girl now. Not even a zero wait at Hot Pot Garden can ameliorate the situation.
After Sam went off to London for a work trip, I went about with my daily life as usual, when one Friday around 4:30 PM, I received a phone call. It was from my aunt B, who lives in the Sunset (like, edge of the city practically Daly City Sunset) and works as a nurse at Kaiser. Very calmly, she asked how I was doing, then proceeded to tell me that she was in the ER, waiting to have surgery for appendicitis.
Of course I had a minor freak out, as being in the hospital (I guess she’s technically at work) waiting for surgery is KIND OF A BIG DEAL. No worries, she assured me, she’ll be fine, but could Sam and I pick her up from the hospital tomorrow afternoon so one of us could drive her car back to her apartment?
This would be a grand plan, except for the fact that Sam was thousands of miles away, but I didn’t see why I couldn’t just hop a cap to the hospital, drive her in her car, and hail a cab back to my place. She said that would be fine, so I told her that I would see her the next day around 3, and wished her a speedy, safe surgery.
Saturday afternoon rolled by, and I called a cab from my place. Within minutes it had arrived, so he drove me over to Kaiser. It was starting to drizzle a little, so I booked it inside and went up to find Aunt B. She was sitting on the bed, fully dressed, and hopped off the bed and walked over to me when she saw me. I asked her if she was okay, and if she needed a wheelchair or anything, like, hello, are you supposed to walk 12 hours after your surgery?! Aunt B laughed and told me that she had already gone downstairs to the lobby to pick up her medication, and that she just couldn’t lift heavy things. Strong woman she is.
So we walked to her car, and I drove her to the Sunset. After hanging out with her for about an hour or so, making sure she had everything she needed (I swear, this woman is invincible – as soon as we walked in the door, she began unpacking her bag and tidying up her already-spotless place), I decided it was time for me to go home, as I had dinner plans with friends back in the Marina at 6:30 PM.
At 4:30, I called Yellow Cab. No answer for 2 minutes. I hung up, then tried to use a few of my taxi apps on my phone to book a ride. No such luck either. Aunt B offered to have her friend drive me home, but I declined, as her friend lived in Daly City and traffic in the rain would be pretty bad, and I didn’t want to inconvenience her.
So, around 4:40, I tried calling again. This time, an operator picked up, so I gave them my address and they said between 5 and 20 minutes.
Half an hour later, I received an automated phone call telling me that they couldn’t locate a cab to send to me. Awesome. So I called a few more cab companies with the same result.
Finally at 5:30, I was getting a little desperate. With about 15% of my phone battery left, I downloaded and signed up for Uber, and within 7 minutes, my ride was downstairs. I bid Aunt B farewell, hopped in the car, and was driven home by a very nice gentleman who chatted with me on the way to my place.
Relieved that it worked out, and quite pleased with the convenience of Uber, I went to dinner and forgot all about how much I hated the Sunset for being so far away that I couldn’t even hail a cab, until I received my Uber bill in my email inbox. The cost of getting me from the Sunset to my place in the Marina? $50.
So now I’m $50 poorer, and I didn’t even get to have hot pot. And this is why I will never go back to the Sunset.