As printed in this week's local rag, The Chicago Reader.
Missed Connections.
Where: Monday Morning. 147-Bus, southbound for the loop.
Me: Woman in grey smock, reading The Memory Keeper's Daughter.
You: Sarcastic blogger, standing in walkway, eating nachos.
Message: Who are you?
In Other News. . .
I always forget which hand engagement and wedding rings are worn on. Either way, she did not appreciate my advances.
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