I need to use the CTA more at times and days other than weekdays at rush hour.
On Sunday I was heading to visit my daughter in Logan Square.
As soon as I boarded the Red Line I saw the seat in front of me filled with a bag of sunflower seeds and shells. What is it about sunflower seed and the CTA? Thanks, you slob.
I exited the Red Line at Fullerton, and saw a sign that’s an anachronism of our times. “Use the nearest telephone.” Seriously?
Finally, I’m on my way back home on the Red Line when three teens come crashing through the doors between cars.
They laugh and scream through the car: “Freaky!”
Really? That’s all you’ve got?