Nothin' like a lil'....

On my train ride into work this morning, I was sitting across from a 60 year old man. He was nicely dressed in his old man slacks and even had a nice leather portfolio/briefcase resting upon his lap. The poor old man had a cough...or at least that was my original diagnosis before he blew his nose and spit something awful into a tissue AND proceeded to drop it on the ground.

I stared...astonished....as he proceeded to do the whole process AGAIN. Two used tissues full of God-knows-what-case-of-avian-bird-flu-disease-cough-phlegm...resting a mere couple feet away from me.

I called him out by asking, "Oh sir, I believe you dropped something." He grunted...and grunted again.

I cranked the I-Pod higher. When in doubt...close the eyes and crank the I-Pod higher.

Dear Chicago....dear Chicago.

-bott