I hate the CTA. Ugh. I'm never riding it again (well, okay, fine, unless it's really really really cold and the walk from Union Station to practically Michigan Avenue would be a suicide mission. Then and only then.) On the way home, I didn't have a seat until Fullerton, and I didn't get a seat on the Swift at all. Geez. Plus, there was this weird lady sitting on the aisle, with an empty seat beside her - and she wouldn't let anyone sit next to her. At least 4 people around me asked if the seat was taken, and she just shook her head. No, nobody's sitting here, but no, I'm not moving. In rush hour. Can you believe that?
This morning, it was back to the Metra for me. It's so nice and comfy and quiet, and the train is clean and I always get a seat. Admittedly, there are much cuter guys on the CTA, but I guess that's the price one pays. Even with the snow etc., I was still the first one here this morning. As a little reward for my braving the elements (can I share again how much I hate driving in snow?) I got myself a peppermint mocha at Starbucks. I'm trying to cut back on the Starbucks, but I just can't help it. This coffee, it's my weakness... AND they have this holiday cheer card thing where you get a punch for 9 holiday coffees and then you get the 10th one FREE. I am a sucker for free coffee.
Unfortunately for me, Porn Boy (the guy we fired for looking at porn at work. Remember him? You thought I was making him up, didntcha?) works at that Starbucks. Everyone else has been avoiding going there because we're worried we might see him and he might spit in our coffee or something... But the thing is, the only place that holiday coffee punch card is valid is this particular store, and I just need to get that free one. You know? Anyway, the Boy was there this morning, and by the time I saw him it was too late to run away. He rang me up (shite!) and it was a little weird.
On the plus side though, I'm about 4 punches away from that free coffee...
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