Friend-Guide for San Francisco Victorians and My Priorities

I'm glad I don't have a feeling of entitlement, but am I too solicitous?  Yesterday a friend was doing a dry-run of his guided tour of San Francisco's Victorians, and he asked me to be at his home in Sea Cliff 45 minutes in advance so he could drive me and another City Guide volunteer to Bush and Octavia.

I didn't allow enough time, especially for the lane close on 19th Avenue, and I couldn't even take the direct route I was familiar with because of a street closure, so I arrived in the vicinity of his home fifteen minutes late.  I parked my car about a foot from the curb and asked passers-by where 30th Avenue was.  Then I rushed to his home and gave him a call and apology  from my iPhone.

He seemed totally unconcerned about my tardiness and said he and his mentor would drive around to pick me up.

I turned out to have enough time to re-park my car and be sure that it was locked, but I didn't know that, and when they arrived, I didn't mention to them my concern about where and how I'd left my car.

I  decided to let go of my concern and enjoy the tour, which I did.  I also enjoyed the dinner he treated us to afterwards, and when I got back to my car five hours later, it hadn't been rammed or vandalized.  It was even locked.  But I hadn't known that.