The past few days in Chicago have been confusing. I just don't understand the city or some people.
One old lady pat my butt at work the other day.
Another customer gave me a hug.
The train doors froze and wouldn't open. A drunk man threw up at the doors that did work. Yuck!
Everyone has Wednesday afternoons off in this city.Good luck trying to find a seat on a bus before rush hour not to mention DURING rush hour.
I look "cute" when I wear pants. Apparently, when I wear skirts I look like a bum?
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