Chicago Tribune reported that this frigid weather `just normal January’
yeah…just normal…whatever….it’s vicious out there…this mornign, I woke up and found I got some scratches on my hands, from the icy air. I know what these marks look like – I used to ge them on my face when I went skiing without a face mask. I think I’m going to invest in one really soon.
last night, after a day of running around the city on our public documents scavenger hunt and a night of drinking at Bergoff’s and karaoke…..I got my ass on the red line. It was a two-block walk from the karaoke bar and thankfully, I made it without any trouble. The girls were trying to convince me to take a cab….but I just wanted to get home….
I was buzzed and I got really sleepy on the train. I texted Mark a few times in a futile effort to stay awake.
We pulled into Howard and I was about to step on the purple line train to Evanston.
Then I felt my pockets and I didn’t feel the familar bulge of my cell phone. I freaked out – banging on the doors and flagging down CTA operators about my phone. An Indian guy pointed out it’s location, it must have fell down while I was dozing for bit. He also tried to flagged from some CTA people. Thankfully, they opened up the doors of the red line train, now out of commission for the evening. I grabbed my phone……I was a bit bummed about missing the purple line train.
The Indian guy asked me where I was heading and he said we should check out the schedule. It was only 11:30 and I had a few more trains heading this way before the night was over. He smiled and wished me luck and walked away.
I thanked him.
And this morning, I realized I was lucky to have this stranger looking out for my well-being and making sure I had a way to go home. Maybe he was an angel.
I’m grateful. I made it home, smelling like miller light and nicotine…..does everybody have to smoke in these Chicago bars??? grrrrr…….but I was able to crawl into my bed, chat with Mark before heading of into my dreams….
and this stranger helped me get home.