Monday, July 27, 2009


"Have you been to the John Hancock building yet?" the woman asked, just as I sat down on the trolley seat in front of her. We were taking a stop-and-go tour of Chicago, and were both returning from a stop.

"Yes," I said as I leaned back to face her. "I was there just a couple of stops ago."

She paused, and her face sort of contorted into a look of puzzlement.

"And they didn't throw you out?"

"Nope, no one threw me out. Why would they?"

"Well, my husband was asked to leave a piano bar at lunchtime because of how he was dressed. I just thought..."


Hoyt said...

I don't have words, really, except the ones I'm typing.

Look forward to seeing you when you get back home!

The Film Geek said...

Thanks, Hoyt. And I agree with your blogspot from last week. Chicago is a VERY friendly city, made up of mostly friendly people. The woman on the tour with me was from Iowa.

All Click said...

"Well, your husband is a douche."

I believe that is the comeback you were looking for.

MountainLaurel said...

File under "things you think and would like to have said:"

"Oh, so they told him that it was because of how he was dressed? They are so thoughtful not to tell him the REAL reason."

Let her figure out what the real reason is. ;-)

Read Me said...

She obviously needed to vent. I'm sure you seemed like a nice, receptive person to lend a caring ear. Why else would she have tried to merge an unrelated event into whether you could go into some other building or not? She was reaching out.

The Film Geek said...

Thanks, Laurel and Read Me! I feel better.

And AllClick: :)