Lunch Rush

Okay, so it's Friday, I got my New Yorker so I'm reading that instead of my City of the Century.

But, I do want to vent about Chicago too. Cause I'm always praising it, it deserves a little criticism right? Right.

And it's not even a criticism of Chicago per se, but a criticism of city living at 12:00 pm on a Friday.

I went to go meet some friends at the Illinois Center, so...LaSalle and Randolph. I work at Madison and Lasalle. So just a couple of blocks away. But you would think that I was at Base Camp 3 headed up to the top of the summit with the difficulty it took to get there.

First, I needed to get some cash. Well, so did the rest of America, at just that time. So every single ATM had at least 3 people waiting for them. What is that? So, in the interest of time I figured I'd just keep on walking, that I'd find something between here and there. Of course, I didn't. But partly because I literally could not walk down the sidewalk. There were so many people and so many people that just walk, so slowly...that sometimes I'll purposely try to match their stride just to be amazed at how slowly they walk.

And I"m not talking old people, or people with little legs, or people with no legs, I'm talking young, healthy people and I swear, it must take more work to walk that slowly then it does to walk normally.

So I finally make it to the Illinois Center (which I hate from the outside and adore from the inside) and the ATM is at least 4-5 people deep. Aarrgy. And meanwhile there are thousands of people headed down that elevator into the food court.

I wait in line for the ATM, for the sidewalk, for my food and finally make it to my table of friends, one of whom kissed me once and promptly threw up.

Happy Friday everyone.