They say hell has no wrath like a woman scorned. I learned this is true, and nice guys don’t always finish last! This happened about fifteen years ago around Thanksgiving. I was living back east at the time, and visiting friends in San Francisco for the holiday. My friend had a beautiful loft right next to the Giants baseball stadium in SOMA. I flew in the day before Thanksgiving, and had the place to myself for a day since my buddy was out on a work trip until the following day.
It was late in the afternoon and I was walking back to the loft with some wine and beer I’d bought for the holiday when I passed the SF Caltrain station. There was a tall blond girl in her mid- twenties sitting on the bench with a big suitcase, and I could tell she had been crying.