I mean, I know we’ve been through this a thousand times. A-fucking-thousand times, people.
But it’s clear that the message is not getting out. So we must go through it again:
[groans from the class]
As spring and summer approach rapidly, the tourists also approach rapidly…or rather, in a slow, leisurely serpentine fashion blocking the entire sidewalk, interlocking arms in a joyous band, skipping along like the Monkees so no one can get around…and I’m happy to have them. In fact, let’s put this in bold type:
Everyone, come to Chicago It’s filled with things to do and see and eat and hear. It’s historic, it’s artistic, it’s cultural! You can’t beat Chicago.
But I can beat the ever lovin’ crap out of YOU if you don’t follow just a FEW simple rules.
STAND RIGHT…WALK LEFT. I simply can’t emphasize it enough. And when you get to the top of the escalator, take a few steps forward before looking around for the food court, assknob, I’m trying to get somewhere.
QUIT STANDING IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FUCKING STREET to look at the tall buildings. Yes, they’re tall. They’re amazing, they’re a testament to the human will and the classic Quaker work ethic. Take your fucking picture and move on. I’ve only got an hour for lunch.
CROSS WHEN THE LIGHT SAYS TO CROSS. Maybe out in Keokuk the lights don’t mean nothin’ Cletus, but if you try to cross Michigan avenue against the light (with your fucking children none the less) DON’T BE AMAZED when you end up enmeshed in the grill of a cab. And while we’re at it, when the cab comes…do me a big favor…get in it and shut the door so the rest of us can keep driving. Have your conversation while the car moves. And hey…it’s FOUR TO A CAB, people…at most. I’m afraid you might just have to break up the second grade class reunion and spend fifteen minutes apart. Don’t worry, you’ll be able to find them later because you’ve all got your goddam matching t-shirts on.
Hey, we all know it. THE RATS ARE PLENTIFUL in the subways, no need to squeal and point at them, they don’t eat people.
And most important, and actually the trigger to all of this:
Here’s a little tip Peaches, we’re in a big city with big crime and I’m a big woman with a big temper. If you want directions, just say excuse me:
DON’T FUCKING TUG ON MY PURSE from behind me you fucking cocksocket
Have a nice vacation.
jarbaby