"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..."