lunchtime adventure, i may lose tense in places....but since there is no correct punctuation i don tcare
Ah monday. but not just any monday, its a holiday-seaon-monday. shoppers, homeless, snow, wind and cta.
So today me and nita my lovelty coworker decide to embark a short journey to urban outfitters to pick up the "beatles finger drums" for our boss- its her bday tomorw. So nita called the state street store to see if they had them in stock. and ya know? she said they did. hurrah! so we put on our warm wwinter coat, snuggled into our scarves (i have no gloves or a hat.... tell me about it) and walked to the blue line.
whilst awaiting the nothwest bound el to take to monroe a woman approached us askin which train would take her jackson, to pick up her north bound red line train. she lives in rogers park. was dropping her son off at county. had to walk 10 blocks to court cause she took the wrong train. he got 120 days. 30 more than last year. she is afraid of him. so is her daughter. they live in his fathers house. he died when he was 13. thats why he is so angry. usually he lives in texas. he is on medication but isnt takin it. her daughter is afraid of him too. its her birthday. She is being evicted if she doesnt come up with money by.... does this say the 14th or the 16th? At this point i let my ligitory partner in this adventure take the reigns. contracts and all...
well, its says the 14th. no, i think its the 16th. is that business days??? calendar days accroding to nita. but she has to call the cable company. she doesnt need the boys room fitted with cable anymore. she got cable so her dying of cancer friends can watch. he lives with her too.
ahhh here comes the train. we say farewell to our new friend. may not have been so clear because t was kinda hard to understand her without any top teeth.
SO.... walking down state street i see a VERY handsome man walking towards us. goodness, its randy gerber, cindy crawfords hubby. he stops, asks us where the best lunch place is and offers to take us. ok, no he didnt but i saw hot randy gerber and we made eye contact. whatdayougot?
enter urban outfitters.... ugh what a nightmare. and that was just the hideous clothes. the michigan avenue tan on the ulta hip pierced sales girls were only made more annoying by the fact that they did NOT in fact have the finger drums in stock. but of course i was my usual charming self and asked them to call another store. done, at wicker park, ill pick them up tonite...etc....joy... traffic... i digress
exit the store. 2 women and neither wanted to shop. on to The Rack- a clothes whore dreamscape. how long did we last? seconds. mere seconds. the store was in shambless, every rack torn apart, shoes strewn amock. amock. say it a few times... amock amock.
so outsy we go. even faster.
To the chase food cafeteria. a nice change of pace- we dont have anything like that on our side of the loop. very cutoff and quiet. we enjoy a nice quick snack, sushi for me, a soda for nita, and proceed out the door to the blue line station that is conviently connected to the building.
ah, back to the cta.... and the "entertainer" howling incoherent holiday ditties, that took enough time to stop and let us know that its been a hard sell on the platform today because of the emotionally constipated people around here. we both drop 50 cents in the lunch box he has out and he asks us to just stand in front so he can sing to us. guess where we didnt stand? yup. i tapped danced my way to the other side of the platform awaiting my 50 cents for entertaining. and nita followed suit
do lunchtime train always take FOREVER to arrive? seriously. dude.
and that was our little luncghtime adventure
So today me and nita my lovelty coworker decide to embark a short journey to urban outfitters to pick up the "beatles finger drums" for our boss- its her bday tomorw. So nita called the state street store to see if they had them in stock. and ya know? she said they did. hurrah! so we put on our warm wwinter coat, snuggled into our scarves (i have no gloves or a hat.... tell me about it) and walked to the blue line.
whilst awaiting the nothwest bound el to take to monroe a woman approached us askin which train would take her jackson, to pick up her north bound red line train. she lives in rogers park. was dropping her son off at county. had to walk 10 blocks to court cause she took the wrong train. he got 120 days. 30 more than last year. she is afraid of him. so is her daughter. they live in his fathers house. he died when he was 13. thats why he is so angry. usually he lives in texas. he is on medication but isnt takin it. her daughter is afraid of him too. its her birthday. She is being evicted if she doesnt come up with money by.... does this say the 14th or the 16th? At this point i let my ligitory partner in this adventure take the reigns. contracts and all...
well, its says the 14th. no, i think its the 16th. is that business days??? calendar days accroding to nita. but she has to call the cable company. she doesnt need the boys room fitted with cable anymore. she got cable so her dying of cancer friends can watch. he lives with her too.
ahhh here comes the train. we say farewell to our new friend. may not have been so clear because t was kinda hard to understand her without any top teeth.
SO.... walking down state street i see a VERY handsome man walking towards us. goodness, its randy gerber, cindy crawfords hubby. he stops, asks us where the best lunch place is and offers to take us. ok, no he didnt but i saw hot randy gerber and we made eye contact. whatdayougot?
enter urban outfitters.... ugh what a nightmare. and that was just the hideous clothes. the michigan avenue tan on the ulta hip pierced sales girls were only made more annoying by the fact that they did NOT in fact have the finger drums in stock. but of course i was my usual charming self and asked them to call another store. done, at wicker park, ill pick them up tonite...etc....joy... traffic... i digress
exit the store. 2 women and neither wanted to shop. on to The Rack- a clothes whore dreamscape. how long did we last? seconds. mere seconds. the store was in shambless, every rack torn apart, shoes strewn amock. amock. say it a few times... amock amock.
so outsy we go. even faster.
To the chase food cafeteria. a nice change of pace- we dont have anything like that on our side of the loop. very cutoff and quiet. we enjoy a nice quick snack, sushi for me, a soda for nita, and proceed out the door to the blue line station that is conviently connected to the building.
ah, back to the cta.... and the "entertainer" howling incoherent holiday ditties, that took enough time to stop and let us know that its been a hard sell on the platform today because of the emotionally constipated people around here. we both drop 50 cents in the lunch box he has out and he asks us to just stand in front so he can sing to us. guess where we didnt stand? yup. i tapped danced my way to the other side of the platform awaiting my 50 cents for entertaining. and nita followed suit
do lunchtime train always take FOREVER to arrive? seriously. dude.
and that was our little luncghtime adventure
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