I spent my morning in 1984 Purgatory

I had to drop somebody at SFO this morning, and I found that they were doing construction at the domestic terminal. This cut off my usual walkway through the drab olive and tan colored 80s themed interior in the parking garage and diverted me to a different access corridor which would be more at home at the old Peppermill Restaurant in front of the Apple campus or strip club than at the San Francisco International Airport.



Of course, the drive home allowed me ample opportunity to get the car's legs stretched on the drive home down 280. 280 in the morning is always a treat.