Foresight is having a two-hour layover in Charlotte, spotting a Rocky Mountain Chocolate Factory, and realizing that there is a really excellent chance that sometime around 11PM that evening, upon returning from a fairly debauched dinner at a Richmond brasserie, you will be thrilled to discover a chocolate- and nut-covered apple in your hotel room.
You know what foresight isn’t?
Plunging into the thing face-first like an extra in The Walking Dead in the ten minutes you spend in your room in between arrival from the airport and departure for the aforementioned dinner.
(It was really good.)
