It’s not retardataire at all. It does make sense. Perhaps I am the retardaire… And I have to say, not many people go from the far southern suburbs to Sheridan and Diversy and then all that way west in one day. But I love what I do, so I’m willing to travel hither and yon to do it. Before I worked downtown, I would take the train for the museums and Watertower (or Field’s on State) and drove for everything else. And of course, the 151 covered what little bus travel I had to make back then. Ironically, I still take it, but have branched out to the 156 as well. And come Monday, the 76.
Well, my journey today went very well (except for one slight glitch–see below). I did run into work first, then caught bus #77, solely because it pulled up in front of me before I could cross the street, where I could see the #76 pulling away. So, I got on the Blue Line at Belmont, instead of Logan Square. I got on the bus at 0914 and made it all the way to the Harlem Ave EL station by 0952. I thought that was pretty good. The trip home was even easier, since it was straight EL to Clark/Lake for Randolph St Station. Now see below.
To the skeevy dude on the EL this afternoon: I really didn’t appreciate you sitting next to me, when there were lots of empty seats, and the proceeding to dart looks at me, as I read my book, and all the while you were “adjusting” yourself through your nasty, dirty sweatpants (on a 90 degree day). Oh, and you kept accidently bumping my arm/side with your elbow as you “scratched” or “adjusted” yourself for 10 minutes. It was gross as hell.
I got up and off that train car, and ran to a forward car and hopped on again. I then rode the rest of the long ride in peace.
Fucking asshole on the EL.