Headphones On

I had every intention of going home tonight, curling up on the sofa and watching the Devils play the Senators¹. Every intention. Instead I got lost on my way home.

I decided (and really for future reference this is not a good idea) that because the el platform looked so packed I would hop on an express bus up to the north side and then switch to a local bus to get myself home. I had a book to read, I would get a seat. What could go wrong?

I started off by taking the 151. This was just bad. What was I thinking? Not only did it take this bus 25 minutes to get through the loop (aka I could have walked faster) but it got stuck behind an accident on Michigan Ave. Some stupid cab driver changed lanes directly into the side of a big yellow school bus² in front of the CTA bus I was on. We were flat out stuck and there was no going around until one of Chicago's finest showed up to extricate the cab from the scenario³.

So I got out and started to walk, thinking I'd hop back on another 151 and enjoy the rest of the peaceful journey north. But here's the thing about me, I am easily distracted. So here I am walking up Michigan Ave pondering the very existence of the universe and why in the world Chicago feels like a chilly fall day in San Francisco when I see it in a passing shop window... a really cute dress. So yeah, instead of the start of round two of the NHL playoffs, I pulled out the girlie card and went shopping and splurged on fragrances⁴ and shoes.

¹ Oh Devils what are you doing? Giving up four goals in the first period? I'm rather glad I didn't sit in frustration watching tonight's game play out live.
² He can't possibly claim that he didn't see it. It's big, it's yellow, it's full of screaming pre-teens.
³ It was actually rather funny. The cab driver is standing in the middle of Michigan Ave yelling and gesticulating as if the bus driver did anything beyond drive straight ahead. Any common sense tells every onlooker that this cab driver is at fault based upon the way the two vehicles are rammed together. The bus driver never left his bus. He sat there and stared at the idiot cab driver while the guy screamed at him through the window. He didn't say anything, he didn't even come to the door, he just sat there and stared as if the cab driver was supposed to be the main attraction of a Vegas floor show. This seemed to make the cabbie even more angry.
⁴ I recently became an ex-smoker. In honor of my newly improved sense of smell this splurge was necessary.

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