"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..."
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I don't have words, really, except the ones I'm typing.
Look forward to seeing you when you get back home!
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.
"Well, your husband is a douche."
I believe that is the comeback you were looking for.
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. ;-)
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.
Thanks, Laurel and Read Me! I feel better.
And AllClick: :)
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