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I have arrived safely in Chicago! It was actually a pleasant trip. There was a grumpy girl next to me who managed to complain about the flight... which was probably the nicest I've had. Of course, I've only flown four times now. So I suppose I can't really judge. But she was upset because we didn't get into the gate on time... because we landed two minutes early. Yay. Go, crabby people, go. Your anger makes so much sense to me... But... oddly enough, this grumpy woman on the plane who was at most a half-second annoyance was the worst I've dealt with all day. I dunno... maybe Chicago's mellowed over the summer or something. I got off the plane... got a little bit lost because they moved United's baggage claim on me and dumped me into a terminal I'd never been in before (apparently I only know 1/4 of O'Hare tolerably well). So... after getting my luggage sent me outside through construction, I walked down to the subway, bought my CTA card without incident, and missed the first blue line train by a few seconds. No big deal, though... I wasn't in any hurry. Of course, there were some frazzled-looking businessmen who asked me which one I thought was leaving next. So I pointed to the one that'd been there longest, since that's how they work the trains up there. I don't think they believed me until the doors opened about five minutes later, though. Oh, and there were all sorts of Homeland Security warnings flashing up on the signs and stuff. Sort of strange. And we have these... weird... electronic advtertisement things... on the walls of the underground part of the subway. Ever so very weird. Oh, and right now... the rest of this calls for a letter.
Dearest Three People Who Helped Me Today,
Not only did you, out of the kindness of your hearts, prevent me from crashing to my doom under my luggage (I'm not as adept at dragging it as I was last year... I'm three months out of practice), you also didn't run off with it. Colombian guy who didn't speak a word of English but even said hi to me when you first got on: You are awesome, and I apologize for thanking you in English, but it took me forever to remember "gracias" and I'm not even sure if it's the same in Colombia or not (probably is). You and your friends were allowed to speak loudly in your native language because you were amusing about it and you were clearly at a Kodak convention. Intéressant. Hehe. Business dude who saved me from toppling to my doom - you didn't have to do that, and you did inadvertantly cause my sandal to fall off onto some poor unsuspecting girl and, in the end, also knocked my luggage over... but I guess that's better than me falling down the stairs and crushing random people, so yay! Also, you didn't run off with my luggage, and you were very nice, despite the fact that I was all flustered and tired. Yay! And... random dude on the street who helped me on the bus... I am so sorry I avoided eye contact with you at first because I was afraid you were a panhandler. Heck, you may have actually been a panhandler! But you helped me get my suitcase on the bus, and that makes you awesome.
Love, Love, Love,
Evilhippo
P.S. And you, guy who owns the snack store down the street... that was adorable. I don't think anyone's ever actually asked me for my number before. I'm terrified of people calling me, though. I hope you weren't offended. But you totally made my day even better.
Dearest Three People Who Helped Me Today,
Not only did you, out of the kindness of your hearts, prevent me from crashing to my doom under my luggage (I'm not as adept at dragging it as I was last year... I'm three months out of practice), you also didn't run off with it. Colombian guy who didn't speak a word of English but even said hi to me when you first got on: You are awesome, and I apologize for thanking you in English, but it took me forever to remember "gracias" and I'm not even sure if it's the same in Colombia or not (probably is). You and your friends were allowed to speak loudly in your native language because you were amusing about it and you were clearly at a Kodak convention. Intéressant. Hehe. Business dude who saved me from toppling to my doom - you didn't have to do that, and you did inadvertantly cause my sandal to fall off onto some poor unsuspecting girl and, in the end, also knocked my luggage over... but I guess that's better than me falling down the stairs and crushing random people, so yay! Also, you didn't run off with my luggage, and you were very nice, despite the fact that I was all flustered and tired. Yay! And... random dude on the street who helped me on the bus... I am so sorry I avoided eye contact with you at first because I was afraid you were a panhandler. Heck, you may have actually been a panhandler! But you helped me get my suitcase on the bus, and that makes you awesome.
Love, Love, Love,
Evilhippo
P.S. And you, guy who owns the snack store down the street... that was adorable. I don't think anyone's ever actually asked me for my number before. I'm terrified of people calling me, though. I hope you weren't offended. But you totally made my day even better.
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